Andrew David Dalby

Come on! seize that hard fought road!
That steady stained and chiselled path,
Scratched out from our chalk filled thoughts
Which touches on our naked dreams.
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The Deer
I
The heavy scent of pine, oak, birch and hyssop,
Spins like secret sacred garlands within the breeze;
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He stares:
Swirling,
Unfurling,
Unleashing,
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This season is full of secret hints: of mustard spiced tints,
Which wrestle between the steps of rusted slow-dancing.
It is a secret, sacred space, where the night fingers of crows,
Stretch out in slowly expanding, ever circling swirling curls;
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The Vamp's song.

Darling, let's detonate and render obsolete this day;
To bring about the triumphant mistress of the night.
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I
Her eyes reflect such subtle beauty,
As in a vast and cloudless star filled sky;
While her luscious hair, weak curled, is rolling
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O secret sacred silver world
you divinely shine here whole
and in this now pure growing light
In the hints of such subtle night
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I sense her as she gently slips between the sheets;
While I slide along those sacred lines of near sleep,
To then rest within twilight's gossamer tainted dream.
And here I smile, for in her arms, I am so self-defined,
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As I slowly lift my head to face the sky,
I feel the warmth of the summer rain,
Slowly kiss open my swollen eyes;
And in the midst of their fall,
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She has these lovely butterfly eyes,
that lustre in their sweet fragility.
They look at me, so bold and unafraid;
despite her twenty three years of age,
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The sun shimmers upon her gossamer skin,
to shine ever onward now and for evermore.
it glimmers with hints of radiant rippling;
giving an illusion of a starlight's lord.
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The Deer
I
A heavy musk of pine, oak, birch and hyssop;
Hang like sacred garlands upon the blue breeze.
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The golden echoes of the rising sun
erupts though the stain glass pane;
eclipsing my now new exhumed form.
so, from where cold cruel death
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There's nothing in the world of matter,
just mere rocks that collect dust
In spirals; outside is a vacuum
a cacophony of silence
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I drink her in and then I spit to spout her out... entirely.
I thrust long, deep, with a sigh of plumped rich precision;
But I pace my bleeding aching urges to a gentle glow.
Oh... to sup this real bitter blistered free communion,
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I recall with such vivid giddy wonder,
The way she so loved to gently play.
And how she slowly stroked my soul,
With her tender misdirected sway.
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Forever

There is Light! She shines behind these paralysed winter trees:
A mere hint of tangerine, which melts into a burnt blood orange;
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Love is more than a collection of random words…
Love is more than a mirrored reflection of emotion...
Love, charged directly at the heart, changes lives;
That, when touched by Love, are made new...whole... entire.
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We spent many warm summer nights,
simply twisting threads of echoes;
Into clustering meadows of starlight.
While throwing our tender passions,
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padding silently,
so dark brown its almost black as night;
with its feelers outstretched,
every step is cautious careful delicate.
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