Matthew Moser

The Shadows Lengthen,
And In the night grow stronger,
They Embody fear
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Upon sad sands of midnights dreary light,

Fell shadows that like memories blight,
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Around me,
Endless sea,
The cold biting wind,
Beckons only to rend,
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Sad and heavy, upon me a great wait,

Blank and blurry, my eyes begin to haze,
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The rose is beauty but no one notices the leafs,
Surrounded by thorns, unable to breathe,
Their colors a dark emerald green,
Are beautiful once seen.
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The dirty earth will give way,
To the will of my heart today.
I know of the sin you have done,
But I know that you did not do this to hurt anyone.
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My heart is lonely,
Lost in my memories empty grasp,
Holding together my still breathing lungs,
As if they were locked tight together in a clasp,
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Falling gentle, Floating just out of reach,
The cold air outside,
Goes inside me,
The smell of the salt,
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The Anchor and shield were their tasismans,
Sons of the brine stained sword,
The only creed of a sailing man,
Thier Service and their Lord.
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The beach and the foam, like lovers press,
Against each other in a moment most passionate,

And like a lovers kiss begin to end and part,
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Anger rose in my chest like a wave of despair,
Holding back in my own self denial and then rushing in leaving me without air,
Panic rose to hiding like a raft in the back of the scene,
Worried about what might happen if the anger broke free,
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Crumbling, dissolving falling away,

Stars, moon, blackened day,
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Valentines day never had held something for me,
But now with you my eyes are open, I can see,
That this love that I am feeling this is how it's suppose to be,
That you fill my dreams and complete my soul,
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She walks in shadowed deep despair,
Of darker things, in demon lair,
And of the lost, she reigns supreme,
Crown of thorns for the tortured queen.
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Nothing escapes it's grasp,

The moon the stars, it has all that is to be had,
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Hues of colors paint the steel frame,
Glass reflects life's remains,
The glow, the shine of early morning light,
Solemn and stationary, placed upon men's might,
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Shadowed flames of silver dance on reflected sky,

The mirror bending, changing with the ebb of the tide,
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Across a room,
Figures dance,
Entranced,
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Shadows like flames consume,
As broken tears grow like a weavers loom,
A casket rest alone in lonely room,
Silently awaiting the tomb.
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I used to think heaven was as a sea,
Endless effortless and alone,
But now I see what heaven could be,
A small place I call home.
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