T. Alfred Norman

Whhhhhhhhhhhwww......

Wind rushing in my ears
Roaring as if a lion stood on this beach
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Listen to the laughter by the ocean
Listen - the children are rejoicing.

As though incarnate birds chirping
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Seeing myself in your eyes
Your world
In your mind
A mystery imagined
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Reflections on the mirror
Like shimmering ripples and dimples
On its face, a diamond studded
blanket of snow softening the jagged rocks
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Many times, more moons have gone
Memories of Yester and to-day
Wishing she was home. As better memories fade away
He disappears, still onward they roam.
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Door opens and never closes
Light eternal shining,
No night to sleep through, to long for you
Through you're name, Morning Star rising
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The hulls of her heart
She pulls away- cries Love
With an exhale - sending cold shivers
Across his vulnerable face.
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Below a glassy reflection, held still and untouched
No ripples of reality, no hurled stones rest beneath its pressure,
Though I long to be there.
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If I still held your hand, I would make you melt,
Your dreams would be mine and in time we would stand,
As strong as the oaks by mountains of love, and rivers of truth
Rush with hope to eternal youth.
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Raindrops on my feet offer hope in the middle
of the desert summer. Many prayers and sweat
beads are offered for the feeling.
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Grander scenes my eyes have seen
Wrought with cast iron thoughts and schemes
No handle on my imagination
Peering near nothing - perceiving everything
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Full moon shines and fades
beyond all the sweetest yesterdays-
once whispered as I stared at my reflection
In the pale lit ocean eyelids - Heightened
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Half a world away, yet
Still closer than the one
I'm living in. There is a
world that calls me back again.
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Speak


We-you-me
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Shattered patterns growing trenches
Souls unfold with stories untold
Silenced by rejection.
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Lonely loves the quiet.
Only open your eyes in the dark
If your senses fail and all hope
Is lost and finally you can't hold back
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A labyrinth of loops and tangles
To fear, leading lives through
Lost Pastures, as panic sets in.
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Tonight a voice so calm and gentle,
A voice lives within me.

Subtle, smooth and spiritual, confirming rites and righting wrongs
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Every day shines with the lights of heaven
Every question imagined - unanswered.
Shaded under the tree of life
No more bloody blades, no more war
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