Helen Crutchett Poems

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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