Helen Crutchett

Adorn me in that sweet
silky sunrise serenade
I will adore you with
the resplendency of the day
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I stoke the smouldering white hot sizzling
of a dying love affair___________

We warmed our bodies
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I remember the sweetest balm of a Summer's Day
For I was young and it was May...

Gathering lilac flowers with perfume divine
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In dreams I walk hand in hand with my love
In rose hewn pathways beneath bowers of doves.

I know what I long for, you also feel
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I'm just a slave intoxicated
With the call of love from the beloved
I pray for mercy and correction
Shelter from the heat in
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She flies at night settling on rooftops
Invisible, but no stranger to children
Who understand her mystical ways
With innocence and open hearts.
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Through the dark night of the soul
With no treasure maps to guide me
No helpful signs along the way
No hiding from that bird of gloom...
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The dishes need doing, not to mention the floors.
Oh, hang it all darling, I do hate those chores.

I have an urge to write, my thoughts take flight...
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Memories came flooding back
It was a good line,
Guitar in the distance
Besides, I liked his melodies...
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When faces of flowers bloom out of the ground
Proclaiming blissful Spring stirring proud
Babbling brooks' crystal-clear streams
Wash over crushed satin dreams.
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Pale eyes hang on blue faces
wondering where dreams go
when broken hearts set them free...
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You are as a magical sun
A changeling in my story
Playing hide and seek
Behind billowing clouds
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It must have been moon-glow intoxication that entered
my soul one lonely night, a night when I thought
all was lost in heaven and earth, when I could
no longer stand my loveless existence.
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When I saw the light spreading its warmth,
it seemed like an early blossoming Spring,
renewing of the senses and feeling nothing
would ever be the same again.
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I lie in an empty bed, still warm from you,
raging rain slashes
against the windowsill
curtains cling to glass....
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Your romantic letters
are golden threads delicately woven
into Ero's sweet orchard fruits,
blooming with heady flavour
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When each day's brilliant pink and
orange dawn drifts slowly into view,
I paint my mood a happy hue
of sapphire's sea blue jewels.
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The fire
within the grate
crackles and spits like an old hag
I jump with each gnarled log
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Restless spirits wrap cobweb
threads of endearing sonnets,
capturing words of soothing soliloquy
beyond the sound of silence.
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come.... sit with the beloved in the garden
of tranquillity......
where nature's essence flows
like the ancient Nile
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