Helen Crutchett

Lift me like an olive branch
and be my homeward dove
toward those tempting isles
that await a tranquil mood.
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Unplayed melodies remain
unfinished symphonies refrain
love songs not yet sung
a violin yet to be strung
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You breezed into my desert life
For a brief moment in time
across the luna landscape of my mind
A labyrinth maze of emotions felt
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The past has a habit
like an unwanted mosquito
of invading my peace.
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You stepped out of my dreams
Into the waiting dawning
Waking to suns beaming
There was a twinkling gleam
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When I falter on the edge of goodbye
Brand new wings I will have to try
I'll search through my music for a song
One so beautiful it will belong.
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Why did the roses scatter
into fragrant fragments
in dream's tranquil moments?
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We warmed our souls in the flames of burning
sizzling passion.

Sparks that once lit your eyes with longing
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Just one more sip of fine wine,
one more delicious taste of forbidden fruit
one last gamble in the love stakes
then I promise.......
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To me you are the song
Sweet nightingales trill.... long
In the lonely traces
Of music's empty spaces.
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Excuse me if my cries fill the sky
With sombre sounds like a mourning violin
Birds stop their flight and ask why?
The world seems to have an unsure spin
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Faith floats on rainbow clouds
Promising colourful days
Banishing feelings of unworthiness
Faith floats as a delicate butterfly
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I want your dreams to touch mine
Your arms embracing my longing
Your lips lingering with lyrical
Letters penned for my eyes only.
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We built our castles in the air
With bricks of amore's mortar there
A sacred shrine for nighttime trysts
Deep in the floating eerie mist ~
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Tread softly thy spirits of the night
Her sleeping doth still the blinking stars.
On blushed cheeks falls a lock of ebony hair,
Moonlight drifting on alabaster
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Brother Sun, shine your beacon over
Planet Earth and all creatures
Loved by God and spread
Your healing warmth
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You scribbled scratchy sentences
On the pages of my life
Ripped and threw them away. _____
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The diamond stars are frozen still,
Gone the warm hearth, leaving a heart
to thaw.
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Meet me in the stream of tomorrow land
If in this life I shall ne'er hold your hand.
To clutch on to a dream that I cannot touch
Doth trickle thru' the sands of time like dandelion dust.
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I'm just a slave, enchanted
With the call of love from the beloved.
I pray for mercy and shelter from the desert
of my lost soul,
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