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Now the full moon pressing down,
lights the trees and lights the ground.
Standing on the forests edge, deathly silence nothing said.
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Swift little swallow,
near invisible in flight.
Brush the sky with purple hues,
and iridescence in the light.
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Slipping away to the bottom of the
sea.
The brilliant shimmer just out of reach.
Falling into the depths, farther away it flees.
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I will hide the sun in golden wheat,
and place it by your side.
And catch the wind, summer sweet,
for only your breath to confide.
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My head bowed down,
in the dewy morn'.
To turn the soil,
with my gifted horn.
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The sky darkens, as if a great raven has opened it's wings over the horizon. Shades of grey, wisp off its edges, dancing and wreathing through the evening air.
The wind begins to cry a eerie song. As though lamenting for the heavens it is engulfing into its inky figure.
The purple and blue hues absorbed into its periphery, becoming mournfully darker blue.
Then the blackness, as if to be
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' Twas in the night I took my breath
My thoughts lost in dark skies.
The moon is but a sliver Pricks my heart and stabs my eyes.
The folds of my imagination
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My heart has known only brine.
Never would I have understood the curse of the pen.
Or sympathize with the weeping of men.
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She gifted me a lock, of her tangled hair wrapped in twine.
'Twas to mark the pages, in the books I read or write rhyme.
In the night, to my face, I hold her twine and tangled hair.
With my eyes closed, I can smell the sweet Balkan air.
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I think of you in every dream,
your the silken twine in every seam.
With your smile, with your breath, with your sweet gentle caress.
I follow you through seas of shadows, through secret forests were thine art is hallowed.
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Amelia, my little bird,
I love and miss you so.
You are my most special girl,
I will never let you go.
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The evening sky evermore blue,
is where I will search when I long for you.
As I spy the moon in heavens sky,
I know in my heart I will alway try.
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Young men,
like rats we wallow.
Dying for giants,
that don't know sorrow.
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The Best Poem Of Dustin Lambert
The Sirens Song
Now the full moon pressing down,
lights the trees and lights the ground.
Standing on the forests edge, deathly silence nothing said.
Weary hearts turn cold and grey, if fear keeps the heart at bay.
Stepping forward to take a dream, breaking silence, to see what's to be seen.
Trees they whisper, softly tell.
Tales long and old of a wishing well.
Locked and lost, in the forest deep.
Secrets, secrets, the wood nymphs keep.
Midnights hour, minutes past, midnights moon, rests high at last. Mystical blues, and silver sheens, hiding hinterlands few have been.
A sirens howl, sullen yet sweet,
Drawn closer, by mans conceit.
Farther through this eerie place, take no notice, leave no trace.
Lost at last, long lost at last,
firmly held in the forests grasp.
The trees they whisper, in ancient tongue, the fairies dance, has begun.
Spiraling, sparks, come from their lair, the wood nymphs dance, eases despair. A gentle zephyr blows from their wings, upon the face, nectars scent it brings.
Through the wilds, silver and blue,
the empyrean moon brings into view.
The wishing well, lost no more, lying open on the forest floor.
The siren sounds, not far away,
breathless, as the shadows play.
Fairies, sprites, and nymphs abound,
no wishes made, though it has been found.
To the siren a given gift, draw her close to make the wish. Could she dream the same as I, or disappear after her good bye.......
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...... Dawn awakens, I am all alone,
Shivering, shaking, without a home. Chased a dream through the forestlands, now forsaken, with my head in my hands.
Mornings sky is cold and grey,
my body's bound in the heavy clay.
Tired, to tired to stand, as the fog and mist hide the land.
The wood nymphs, have now all hid. Into great despair, my heart has slid. Left here weak, and exposed; for the blackest of ravens; my marrow and bone.
The spruce trees stand, like tall dark spires. The scavengers caw is now my choir. Bonded and bound to this hallowed place, to lie here weeping for I am disgrace.
Around me grows a willow that weeps, with my eternal tears, to fall at its feet. Burgeoning higher than the highest spires, never to stop, never to tire.
I will lie here now, and after morrow,
for I was love, before this deep sorrow. If she had dreamed the same as I, to the empyrean heights we would rise.
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