Nomad Omnia Poems

The sharp blade of her mind
Slips through the fabric of her life.
Shredded memories overlapped,
Overlaid and woven into
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The wind of humanity washes over me
Tugging at my clothes
sucking the breath from my lungs.
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I am a dish
Best served re-heated
And enjoyed
tongue-in cheek.
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I miss you when I awake in the small hours of the
Morning, aching so deep I cannot sleep.
It is you I crave – only with you beside me can there be peace.
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If I had words like Shakespeare,
To reveal my heart for all of time
Tearing love Immortalised,
Distilled to fourteen lines of rhyme...
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Stepping out of time, it seemed,
The scene I saw was one I dreamed,
Or else some sacred, hidden key
Released a treasured memory.
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I walked abandoned
Lonely fields
Millennia of toil.
Wind-blown shell sand
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Don't give up on her -
She's only sleeping.
Just believe in her -
She will awaken.
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You were my mid-winter sunrise.
You shone through the dark caverns of
My blinkered eyes. Your gentle light
Renewed the cycle of my life.
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As the swans of winter land on mirrored boughs,
Patting the perfect sheen with wrinkled feet
I will watch from the far shore,
Scarlet leaves churned feather-white.
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