Tristan King Poems

In the soft sounds of silence I wait
Blue silk billows in the wind
Time endless or illusion stops
As all I know falls quietly and singular -
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In compartments you kept them,
All your pretty things
Like toys kept in their boxes
Some still unwrapped
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To the Universe I sing
Tonight's alright in Lonely Town
The Cricket's song calms my dreams
When nothing else can
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