Ronald Chapman Poems

Beneath a crescent moon,
flows a curved river,
where I stand, looking at reflections from Heaven.
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The lonely snow has come again.
Today I cry warm tears.

Remembering you and me,
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You covered in a veil of white,
You and me dancing,
on clouds of love.
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South of the black clouds,
My Soul flies,
My heart lives.
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Long Path

I look to my destiny every day,
A future discovered on a cold June morning,
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Even as the sun rises,
My days remain dark,
Tears fill my heart,
Like a cold rain.
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My dearest love,

Upon this dream, I shall write my wishes,
wishes and hopes for you,
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Are you for real,

Or in my imagination?
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In that place of dreams, where my hopes and fantasies lie,

You will always find my Spirit smiling,
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She is mysterious, as strange as a daytime dream,
So remarkable, I see a
Princess dressed in a kimono covered with cherry blossom leaves,
Floating down river, under a canopy
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