Jonathan Platt Poems

Silk-thin silver strings woven cleverly into a lair,
An intricate entwining of divinest thread...
Like strands of magic worked upon the air,
The spider spins his enchanted web -
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I think of happiness as a pool of water,
And into it, I will plunge.
I think of happiness as a pool of water,
And me, I am the sponge.
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Dreams are fragmented memories
Twisted and tossed,
A mingling of scenes blasted
By Insanity's chaos,
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I remember my days of childhood,
When everything was brighter in life -
It was as if the world was covered in jewels
And sparkled with heavenly light.
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There is a moment when the sun descends the western stairs
And welcomes the coming dusk...
When the sky fashions a color
That beckons the painter's brush.
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Hope is the engine of the heart -
Faith is the fuel;
Love is the key that makes it start -
The driver is you.
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In the clear, crisp spring evening, golden bright,
I have seen a dream, and it has taken flight;
It did not glide or soar, but floated peacefully on the breeze,
Like an autumn leaf drifting upon a gentle rippling stream.
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