James Timothy Jarrett Poems

In the absence of the sun
I can see the darkness in the human heart,
the silouhetted evil that lies within the soul
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Sometimes I wonder in the dark still of night
About you laying cold and white

In sleeps repose, gowned yet dead
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Softly, ever softly, whisper thou my name

o' thy sweet caress, a potent to my pain
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She comes to me in my dreams

A lace wrapped wraith with golden hair
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Her whispered words

fall silently to the floor
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The blows of time
Fall
savage
upon
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I was but a child

When she faded
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Waves of sadness wash gently upon the sandy

beaches of my soul
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I stand 'neath wintered sky

And mock by my life
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It comes within the dark of moon, black wind

whispering 'neath leather wings. Seeking,
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