Trish Beckwith Poems

Aloft the wind
I ride the night sky
I see the world through a much different eye
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On the hill he stands powerful and wise, looking out over the plains with keen old eyes. Long has he roamed this land, many has he fought for this band.

He has led them to food and water, watched over them as they slept, warned them of danger and defended them from death.
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Your hands reach out to touch me in the darkness where we lay
I remember old familiar feelings that have been locked away
Your hands strong yet gentle, quick yet slow
Heats my desire to a warm fiery glow
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In the rush of our passion
I want to say the words you long to hear
To say the words that I fear
But I am frozen
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