Andrew David Dalby Poems

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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