Mark Boyle

An adventure unfolds
deep in the wood.
A child walks a track
were a tiger once stood.
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A trickle of sweet
Runs from my brow.
To the beat of the sun
Over head of my plow.
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With fear in our hearts.
They sent us away.
To a land strange and new.
For the err of our ways.
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In far away places,
way up in the sky.
A slither of light,
tears the sashcloth of night.
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A child of shame
was born this day.
There was no one here,
to give a name.
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A pen and quill,
soaked with ink.
Would touch a page,
so blank and cruel.
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Within the darkened,
velvet sky.
Stars that fall,
burn and die.
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I sing to you
of Silver Swans,
Kingdoms and Carillons.
Of loving bodies
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Chattering voices all around.
Laughs of joke, of joy abound.
A single form, sits alone.
His thoughts as dark as the
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I sit with pen,
and paper at ready.
Waiting for inspiration,
to come.
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I guess you’d say the rain had gone,
to a place so far away.
We didn’t know if he’d ever come back,
in a week, a month, a day.
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In a far off place,
Down a long country road,
I came upon a path,
Where it went I did not know.
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Watching every morsel disappear into smiling faces
he sits in the cold damp air outside the window as he
has done every year.
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It started out so flawless,
we thought it would never end.
But lately all seems different.
I feel I've lost what was once a friend.
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We set out bright and early,
the sun rose across the waves.
We watched the land fade away.
It was a beautiful summer's day.
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