Terri Ann Stone

I pray angel of mystical light
watch over me through the night
with wings of many colors.
As I slumber,
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Alias, a day for beginnings,
begin it with a cut.
Cutting through the dread,
dread no more soul extraction to
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Starting as a disheveled mess
through opened doors
not knowing what will happen.
“Just place your dreams here”
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Heated like a fire
in a pit.

Eyes so blue
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Sun wakes up in beautiful colors;
reds and golds.
I roll over to see the hazy reflection
of your sleeping soul.
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It was desired. Misunderstood Love. You, nineteen, me, thirty seven.
It was an old wound healed. It was climbing after midnight over rocks
To see the canyon of desires. It was dreaming of the ocean. Yet holding
back from going to the ocean for fear of its truth revealed. One fears loves
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One Night with the King

One night with the King,
12 months of preparation,
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Sitting on the clouds
the kings of pop
tap out a heavenly thriller
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Bees buzz in
fields of wildflowers
as the birds
find high towers.
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Whirl winds blow
all around,
leaves whooshing
in uproar as they start to pound.
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Faded pictures of old,
beehives and ruffles,
dust settled memories
of days gone by.
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