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sing soft simmer

to sail a vessel
white puffed wings afloat
fire foggy bank

painter

the day is breaking
dawn lights midnight sleeping skies

servant

brickhouse - commodores [yeah, i know it's pretty old]

believing the light
looking forward to dawn

these few words speak loud
in the midst of silence heard
not once did one see

dead starlight guides me
invisible bright pathway

i hear it cry
whispering tale soon lost
found near the sun set

congrats 5th...your poem is so very beautiful

thank you, PL for your time, efforts and comments...very much appreciated!

to savour rainbows
momentary existence
stop time from moving

your kiss
upon morning
brings wet dew to nourish
all that is and ever will be
your touch

in rut
we find the pure
covered in ignorance
filled with lasting hungar unknown
till then

there's always time and not enough....

the quiet morning looms large
approaching the front gate of labor

early the light stirs commencing the day
dressed in robes rich in color

silently...

rock the eighty-eights
because tomorrow it's gone
morning comes too soon

your eyes
reflect the breathe
a thousand days exist
bear the weight of secrets untold
your lips

if there was no God it would be a very dark place

foolish vanity
offers momentary rest
the seeing mirror

shall rest
amongst the fields
where green grasses grow tall
hiding hidden far from those eyes
that see

tsunamis are born
with just a drop of water
releasing power

and talk
hearing nothing
but notes of loving care
reminding each other of times
yet known

possess great power
in the tip of his finger
he brings light to life

people singing praise
arrive to participate
another new birth

oh dear...

our ears
attached liked twins
hear sounds of love approach
sensitive and alluring wait
to kiss