Frances Ayers Poems

Perceptions
Sometimes askew
As seen through filtered lens
And a cargo of emotions
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The stars carry you
To a vast and open sky
As I glimpse your face
Among the constellations
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Some experts say winter makes us sad

Days are shorter, sulight not as bright
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Winter winds go forth
As it chases away those
Caught up in its'path
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No legal ties to bind us, no shared blood in our veins.
Yet I call you father, in many many ways.

If soothing words can dry a tear, and love can ease the way.
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Does anyone understand the pain that stings
Forever a part of her soul, which somehow clings
To every facet of her being, she pushes it away
But her tears keep coming, her grief always stays
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Your arms circle me and provide the heat
of a never ending fire that warms my heart
While soft kisses you give when we meet
Helps memories to linger when we are apart
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The writer waits for his elusive muse
To guide his words onto the page
Words held hostage with an excuse
Waiting to break out of it's cage
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Breathing life into our words is our goal
As we birth them onto paper from our very soul
Imagination is a springboard from which we create
The process is magic, I can hardly wait
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Bright light to others
Imbued with goodness and love
Seeks a higher goal
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