james watkin Poems

Fearless, but with no pride.
Proud, and fearing all!
What sets apart the boy
From what, eventual
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Whatever the walking pace, are they
One step quicker in thought.
Whilst all is esteemed dark, behind
Day-brighten, time now ought.
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Of this restored feeling
Kinship's, universal
I fear again, by next morn
Twill have been snuffed out.
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Through sun, with sagged, misshaped look
Of one, long in grieving
Last hangs Day's heartbreak.
Mist-blurred; to not set, but sink!
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Expressed from o'er this stream
Lament's rushy flow
Of Love: 'take my hand, jump; or be
Swept away below'.
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Amused, if under sedation.
Happy if half asleep.
The look, through a summer haze;
Yours, Earth. As we laze.
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The hint, if not suggestion
That we, and this life
As something theatrical
Do indeed approach
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Love hugs. That warmth, especial
To it, puts as deep
Hearts' lone fears to sleep.
Love speaks. Sweetest devoured fruits.
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More than where he is
At present, chair-weighed.
Afar, and in time, too.
And lighter conveyed!
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As on a tree of moments
Inhaled, blossomy
We, back through time, in gazing
Sigh what fled, blowy.
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