Helen Crutchett Poems

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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