Helen Crutchett

Faith floats on rainbow clouds
Promising colourful days
Banishing feelings of unworthiness
Faith floats as a delicate butterfly
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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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I am the weaver of your dreams
the gypsy in your soul seeking
revolutionary paths
I am the gentle breeze beneath your wings
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A frenzied surge adds brilliance to my canvas,
new brushes sweeping sweet abandon
paint thick from nature's paintbrush
ready for a renaissance
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A special day they say...
with flowers and verses delivered
sexy cards with sweet nothings.
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I am Cleopatra, Queen of the Nile
Miriam, discovering Moses in the bullrushes
Sarah birthing her longed-for child in a Bedouin tent
I am a princess locked in her ivory tower
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They are the weavers of daydreams
The gypsies of your enquiring mind
Leading you on paths to worlds unknown
Sending your thoughts to heavenly heights
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I chanced upon you one fateful day
bathed in your glory for the whole world to see.
The plunder all around you left you unfazed.
As thunderous sounds of trees falling around you
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You could show me the rivers of paradise,
it would be nothing if your love ceased to flow.
The shade of the palm trees would not ease
the burning of my soul, if you went from my life.
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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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You stepped out of my dreams
into my September morn
dappled sunlight caressing
Autumn leaves bright and
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The fire burns with white hot fury
streets run with rivers of blood
The doves of peace can find no resting place
In this tormented world as the wolves of war
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Take wing with me, soar o'er trees
To faerie realm's distant dreams
Mirror moonbeams flirted,
Dainty butterflies skirted
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