R.L Glassman Poems

Do not wait for the morrow
Or better days to come
For once arrived all tomorrow
Will soon be naught and done
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The Moon does play a nightly tune
Springing against the sky
The leaves are blown and have flown
Into my open eye
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In paradise I am lost,
Where mundane is gone
Where there's no heat nor frost
And greenery covers the lawn.
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The things I want to show you
the things I'll show you will be grand
the places that you'll see,
come, take my hand
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And sleep in spite of thunder
Throw jewels in my open grave
I won't smile but I will wave
And sleep in spite of thunder
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They say that right before we die
Our days flash upon our inner eye

So let us make sure it will be
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O, darkness,
you can dream!

And Light,
...

Although I am small in sight
when I look at the night sky
it reminds me
so are the stars, that shine so bright
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oh your sweet love and tender kiss
I know I will deeply miss

your gentle touch and kind caress
...