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Cece Dev Poems
Ballad of Hearts
For they will climb the highest mountain atop of which winds make them shiver. For They will swim the deepest river underneath the murky, cold delivers
To be a Fish
A fish, a fish, to be a fish under water so blue. Just me and you, and the coral too
Standing on the tightrope There's a man hunched in brown and red Upon his back feathery cloak is spread. Alert eyes and trilling cries
Count on the Sun
Though you heart my ache, your mind a shriveled mess, you can count on the sun to rise and fall
To be a Bird
How nice it must be to be a bird, to fly up in the air. To glide so high over mountain and sky
I'm just another wheel, not vital nor correct. I'm just another link in the chain of life.
They show where we go, and where we have been, and we repeat it over again. It's our mark, it's our way
In the Boat
She put him in a boat and tied his hands and watched him float down the bay waves raged and tears streamed
Save me now, Oh do not fret a cry in the night a lover's regret.
You line them up and have them march to fight for your aggresion. You have them kill
Pest (the Black Death)
I have seen you behind your mask of white I have peeled away the paint that makes up your disguise.
Dear Esau, I have seen your pain I have seen your loss I have seen your heart
A Garden is a beauty, from one view or another. But if you see it a different way, it’s enough to make you shudder.
Sun Over Still
On a bed of yellow mist but a slight chill held the air and beyond the sky Sun over Still.
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Ballad of Hearts
For they will climb the highest mountain
atop of which winds make them shiver.
For They will swim the deepest river
underneath the murky, cold delivers
from the bottom of the sand
hearts sink from lover’s band.
churning up a desired sin.
From which the cold once reteches
and now settles back in silence
hiding from the weak and foolhardy
though a common trade
upon which all appearance laid
and hopes and dreams
a fool of us made.
For this is the ballad of hearts
in the dark.