Sharon Washburn Flynn Poems

The notes waft upon the wind,
throbs of my fast-beating heart
pulsing to the tune of your caress.
I am floating on a whisper,
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The air is crisp with autumn promise,
fills the senses with the smoky scent
of a fired-up wood burning stove.
A woodland fairy dances past us
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Do you hear the sounds?

Ghosts dancing on the wind.
Cold breath forming a halo
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In the deep star-dotted sky,
the witch of the Red Moon
lays down inside its crescent shape
and sways to the tune of her heart.
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Another birthday, another feather
How amazing the span of wings and years.
How beautiful each feather becomes
when cast into the gleam of a beaming Son.
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What if you were the Moon?
Would I sail right into you?
Get lost in the depths
of your heartthrob seas.
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Scatter my heart
on the fields of Tomorrow.
Broken pieces mere dust
upon the ground.
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I am the castle
and you are the dream.
I see your face as a cloud
at the dawning of twilight.
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She walked across the span of decades,
her face the delight of thousands.
In her hands, she held the heart of man,
the soul of a soul-less generation.
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Like the waves of a troubled ocean,
waves of love tumble over
the shore of her tempest-tossed heart.
The moonlight showers her lithe form
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