I know beyond the darkness, there's a candle flame that flickers and the darkness is a mantle on my soul.
I know beyond the darkness, there's a peace that yet evades me as the reaper waits in silence for his toll.
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The waves lap gently on the shore,
the moon is at its peak,
Winds cry against the scurried clouds,
like souls about to speak,
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Twilight, just before the dawn,
shows pale your skin, against my touch.
A girl before this night was born,
a girl who had to give so much.
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After you'd gone,
I watched until the darkness hid you.
Pressing my cheek gently, softly,
against the cool window pane.
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From hospital bed, I quietly slipped
determined and intent,
a quick look left, - a quick look right,
I sprinted to the gents.
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When the wind had roared his might,
capturing a bird in flight,
Swept from north, to southern shore,
The northern bird, could fly no more.
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After,
we lay in each others arms,
Whispering gentle words
I brushed the hair from your cheek,
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Moonlight casting witch-like shadows,
silver lances pierced the gloom,
wind blown branches gently rapping,
at the window of my room,
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In your eyes where shadows stray,
by heartbreak they were cast
you look at me through lowered lash,
through shadows of your past,
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May i borrow your faith, for a little while,
I promise you, I'll keep it safe,
Will you walk with me, just one more mile,
Take pity on this homeless waif,
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I see her, by the lamplight; waiting,
I watch her from the shadows, so dark,
Her hair; ruffled by the soft autumn breeze,
Shining; as gold in the forests of autumn,
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(An ode to my typing skills: 0) .)
Like a circling hawk, over the corn,
Searching in patient swoops,
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Silence stills the early hours,
silent is the voice.
Quiet stills the storm within,
quiet formed by choice.
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Her back is turned towards me, my hands upon her hips
The scent she wore, a womans heady wine,
My touch upon her silken skin, so soft my fingertips
As her body nestled closer into mine.
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What can I say to help you past,
the sadness that you live,
Soft words could not erase the hurt,
no solace can I give.
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Crescent moon in all its shimmering glory
silver rays that touch the soul and stills
the birdsong laced within the lovers story
so silent now, for muted are the trills
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As winter touched her ashen face,
it touched this heart that beat.
With memories of the spring of her,
the warmth my soul did meet.
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Darkness, will it pass as night?
pain and numbness mingle now,
dreams are numbered, out of order,
sweat upon his furrowed brow.
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A Peace Beyond
I know beyond the darkness, there's a candle flame that flickers and the darkness is a mantle on my soul.
I know beyond the darkness, there's a peace that yet evades me as the reaper waits in silence for his toll.
But if i hear the sobbing, from the shadows that pursue me and the voice that calls me softly, calls my name.
Then I must turn and answer, tell the reason for my leaving,
tell her gently that it's me, not her, to blame.
Laurie is an amazing poet. He can take common cotton and linen words and spin them into silk. He can magically turn a simple poem into a nocturne or a lullaby. What would be a plain rhyme from some lesser poet, from Laurie becomes a heartfelt plea from a lover. I recommend his work for those who want to FEEL touched as by an angel's wings or tender kiss when you finish reading a poem. I cannot get enough of his words and I look often to see what is new.
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