I
THE faery beam upon you,
The stars to glister on you;
A moon of light
In the noon of night,
Till the fire-drake hath o'ergone you!
The wheel of fortune guide you,
The boy with the bow beside you;
Run ay in the way
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Buoyed up by the syntheses of the past,
idyllic murals of green hills open paths
to a healing truth.
What say the brown camels of Casablanca
to assassins nursing festered wounds of
new Karma?
Yesteryears recline on the shoulders of
a greying age, chanting songs to a
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Full of rebellion, I would die,
Or fight, or travel, or deny
That thou has aught to do with me.
O tame my heart;
It is thy highest art
To captivate strong holds to thee.
If thou shalt let this venom lurk,
And in suggestions fume and work,
My soul will turn to bubbles straight,
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I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.
By thirty hills I hurry down,
Or slip between the ridges,
By twenty thorpes, a little town,
And half a hundred bridges.
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We live in secret cities
And we travel unmapped roads.
We speak words between us that we recognize
But which cannot be looked up.
They are our words.
They come from very far inside our mouths.
You and I, we are the secret citizens of the city
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The best day of your life
Was when you had been
A teenager
Because you had your
Confirmation
And that day you had cried
Out of joy
You also learned
How to pray
And also you prayed
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A better place for you and for me
We will discover it today
My friend
Because I want you to
Know that I had kept
The promise that I
Had made to you
And I will be your
Best friend always
No matter what happens tomorrow
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Footsteps in the sand, a whispering trace,
Softly etched by the tide's gentle embrace.
Each step a story, a moment confined,
In the vastness of time, where memories unwind.
Muted evidence of an unrecorded quest,
Where the heart finds solace, where the soul finds rest.
The grains hold secrets, the sun's golden glow,
A tapestry woven of where we dare go.
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I’m envious of the clouds
That float happily in the sun –
Changing into colorful shrouds –
Lumping from many into one.
Their most compatible friend –
The wind, admits
They beautify the high heaven.
Nebulosity permits
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Great and Rugged Pyrenees
Whose solid presence demands
Notice of lush valleys
And Spanish oaks that dot the glens -
Prevailing winds churn in wrath -
I stop to breathe in them;
You cut the horizon in half
And grip my eye with icy hands.
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