May Mustang Poems

This won't be easy to understand,
If you are not from the distant land
Where all the colors are low in pitch,
Dark purples, emeralds deep and rich
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There's a poem in every flower,
A sonnet in every tree,
A tale in every lifetime,
That's just for you to see.
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At midnight, an angel was crossing the sky
And quietly he sang
The moon and the stars and
Concourse of the clouds
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Colors colors colors;
Give them to me
Full sky and spaces
My longing to see
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When the first crocus thrusts its point of gold
Up through the still snow-drifted garden mold,
And folded green things in dim woods unclose
Their crinkled spears, a sudden tremor goes
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Have you ever heard a haunting refrain,
Which takes you back to a moment again?
Memories flow and scenes are set,
Once more, you relive when we first met.
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Roses, Roses blooming bright,
In heavenly gardens, what a sight.
Dawn's dew covers the buds in early light;
Floral scents in the air all day and night.
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Hope is the delicate sweet scent
of flowers in the morning
Hope is the cool gentle breeze
on a warm summer's day
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Oh, gray and tender is the rain,
That drips upon the pane.
A hundred things come in through the door,
The scent of herbs, the thought of yore.
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I lie here remembering
Our big telescope.
And seeing the moons of Jupiter.
Like I was up there in space,
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