Helen Crutchett

When day has taken to her bed
‘neath the comforting blanket of night's
warm coverlet
mysterious moon lights her lamp
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I, too, am a player in this strange play of life
On a stage too big for my comfort.
A sea of faces making up the audience.
Some have left their mark as they played their
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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
Crescent moonlight drifting on alabaster
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When I was a child the raw
earthy decadent smell of carnival,
flashing mirrors and bright lights
frightened me.
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My heart will go on beating
When sweet blossoms bloom until
Butterflies announce in flight
renewal is only fleeting.
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Night drips inky blackness
around a crescent moon,
as silent clouds delicately
float soft silver beams.
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Whisper to me poems
penned by my poet's gentle hand,
his lyrics sonnets' sentimental songs
every word of love dipped in dewy tears of dawn
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Straining to catch sunlight
the willow weeps.
Along the riverbank of longing
I no longer feel warm.
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I am filled with the universe descending upon me
AM I dancing with the vast infinite nature of creation or
A burgeoning, blossoming of a beautiful Earth?
WOMAN thinks, prays and meditates her breathing
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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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