Patti Masterman Poems

And what of the dreams you left behind,
to be where you are; was it worth the cost

Did you trade your soul for someone else's,
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A thunder storm and you;
that's all I would need-
and a blanket, and a goblet
with a long stem,
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I want more you- and not to digress,
But it's only you I want; what more to confess,
Just you in the morning, and you at midday,
Moreover only you, from night into day.
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Some people make me feel ashamed
As if they know me all too well,
And of my crass short-fallings, sing;
While others make me spread my wings.
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There was the shyest dryad
Lived in the forest wild;
A spider sewed her clothing,
A wolf thought her, its child.
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He sits somewhere reading something, relaxed;
I say his name once, twice, a little louder..
He looks up, nearly startled, then breaks into that smile,
His eyes crinkling up with the long habit of perpetual kindness.
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If my soul were the whitest rose,
It could never be white enough;
If my heart were an amber stone,
It couldn't hold in its amber cup
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The night time wishes to gift you with something rare
but we have become too disillusioned to look for it.
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It really bothers me when someone doesn't conclude their thought,
their eyes following something I can't quite make out yet.
From my vantage point, it's still up there somewhere, over the trees-
or caught up in them- something they deemed it necessary that I should know-
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I search the sky
For signs of rain,
Signs of trouble,
Signs of pain;
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