Helen Crutchett

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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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 of returning
like an unwanted mosquito
film reels splintered
taped back clumsily
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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
while I was sleeping 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 taste of forbidden fruit
one last gamble in the love stakes
I will give up my addiction...
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To me you are the song the nightingale trills
In the lonely spaces of music's thymic beat
Our heart's violin strings deep in the strains
Of love's beautiful, orchestrated melody.
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Heart, we will forget him!
with the power of our might
a sorry tale that we could write
if I did not feel so trite.
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Excuse me if my cries fill the sky
With sombre sounds like a sad 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 castle of dreams
With bricks of love
A sacred shrine for nighttime trysts.
A rainbow drawbridge over a moat
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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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