HEAR THE LIGHT

LISTEN TO YOUR LIGHT

HEAR THE LIGHT

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Atoms thundering,

Feelings raging, pounding blood!

Listen for your Light.

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ON THE FLY

ON THE FLY 2

ON THE FLY

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I’m Skip

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I ride

A fly

Named Zip

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Kinship

Astride

The sky

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We flip

Wing tip

Upside

Awry

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Sure grip

We whip

State wide

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Nearby

We slip

A lip

Applied

Your pie

We sip

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Bean dip

We tried

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Bye-bye

No tip

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BLUE SKY HOLDS THE PALE MOON HIGH

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I plucked the poem once growing here

Yesterday, when you were near

In my eye and in my ear

Or was it really years ago?

It feels the same so I don’t know

Blue sky holds the pale moon high

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When morning stretches overhead

I remember all you said

And all the words of yours I read

I am glad I knew you when

Our souls were young and searching then

Blue sky holds the pale moon high

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So now I’ll go about my day

Saying things I have to say

With no meaning anyway

Except of you once in a while

To know I lived once in your smile

Blue sky holds the pale moon high

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DOWN A PATH DRIVEN

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The flight of leaves fluttering down from the trees, exiled in autumn’s chill edict of breeze
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The once fallen leaves now tumble, a drove, down a path driven, the path a rain wove
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The scuttling leaves swarm here in huddles, before dead of winter, baptized in puddles
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IN THE WINE DROWSY MORROW

I am weary of my procedures; sipping my youth through straws of memory
My glass is empty
My shards of sorrow
Dulled by chianti
In the wine drowsy morrow
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Overcast with doubt; the shadow of the exit is nearer than the shade of the entry
My glass is empty
My shards of sorrow
Dulled by chianti
In the wine drowsy morrow
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No one is here; barely me, yet only because I remember you
My glass is empty
My shards of sorrow
Dulled by chianti
In the wine drowsy morrow
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