Patti Masterman Poems

What will I remember,
What will I forget?
Days and days of promises,
Nights full of regret.
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In a reverse baptism
she will wash out of you
by degrees, like a moon straining to rise
or an eclipse slowly gaining on the sun.
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Into the black hole heaven of heart
You will go, when death comes beckoning.
In the hidden vortex of no-time,
Unknown colors await your discovery;
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A child sleeps in still darkness,
In the place where unicorns leap,
Where shooting stars bedazzle
The night-time loom of her dreams.
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Even a dead man could love you
if you played your cards right,
she told me once.
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I am my own church, and own religion;
I worship whatever I must.
I worship what no other man could fathom-
Because it is my own, and no one else's.
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We move through life
As it moves us;
A traveller, wary-
A loosened thread.
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A boy in a bright blue hoodie
​i​s on the shoulder of the freeway​
apparently walking, though the cars
​p​ass by so quickly, he is only a blue blip
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Follow moonlight to your dreams;
Fancies in the evening gleam,
Patterns in your darkened room,
Hidden brightness in the gloom.
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