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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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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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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Crumbling, dissolving falling away,

Stars, moon, blackened day,
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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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Sad and heavy, upon me a great wait,

Blank and blurry, my eyes begin to haze,
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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 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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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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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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Words exhale rhythm and rhyme,
Tasting of air filled with brine,
That once carried notes from windblown chimes,
After falling from the cloudless clime.
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In eyes of strangers walking by
I find my reflection and wonder why,
That it is by itself, alone,
That it appears like skin stretched over bone,
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She hath a name no man forgets,
And in her splendor the word resets,
Songs fall short, poets fail to describe,
The shade of sky and amber fire of her eye,
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The muse has gone,
Ever from my sight,
In my years of loss,
I thought I would grasp,
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The smoke I exhale drifts by,
Under the blue sky,
And I like smoke fade away.
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Purpose and prose elude me,
My words circle incredulously,
Leaving me lost where I once began,
Awaiting a muse with a guiding hand.
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Across a room,
Figures dance,
Entranced,
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The very will of the tide is to escape,

To crash,
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