Thomas Foreman Poems

I give to you, a gentle kiss
Enticing passion,
shown of assist
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Where do the children play?
Are they happy,
in thoughtful consequence?
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To hold you in my arms once again
Even though you are no longer here
But in a different place
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She is near…

Come to the iron gates, Child
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May we be?
Asleep in pastures of lastly thought

Shall we soon see?
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What is this symphony,
that holds in solemn embrace?
Like a novice,
that lays down his tools
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You cast your spells,
where even faith is questioned on market value
Ranked in competition,
like petty bargaining on a stores display
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Moonlit fragments
Speckled they lay,
grasping upon an Angels dawning
Through the eyes of Prayer
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I saw beyond
The showcased garden,
Sown afar
To the roses abloom,
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He lies down alongside
Weathered,
Just as the barn
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