Tara Guillory Poems

Stay still, my Love
Do not Fear your final breath
Let me Fear for you
Sleep well, my Love
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Don’t interrupt my gazing of dreams,
When I’m looking in earnest at something just beyond my reach
When I’m so close that I can feel its presence
When I’m so absorbed by the mere possibility of it
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If my dear friends ever had the ability to leave
Oh, how would I ever survive?
The day is weary and the night is dreary
Be it far from me the day I never see the discreetness
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