Jonathan H. Scott

I stay, in silence, waiting in the dawn,
Your body lying gently close to mine.
With dewdrops falling softly from the trees,
I ponder if our souls will intertwine.
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I AM become transcendent.
My soul reaches into the earth as roots.
All suffering I embrace.
Peace flows through me.
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THE DAY dawns cold—
The path ahead is painted icy blue.
On closer look,
A traveler braves the trek
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THE HOUR has come;
The year is through,
And what remains stares back at you.
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WHAT GRAND design has brought us to this place
In time and space? The hour has come for naught,
And, here, all effort ends in such disgrace;
So close were we, yet missed the prize we sought.
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SO STILL— so quiet is the summer night,
And all is hushed but for the cricket's call.
Along the path, there is no guiding light—
The moon stays hid and darkness covers all.
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Within the sanctum of the Truth,
Away from all charades;
'tis there that lies the bloom of youth
Before the blossom fades.
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COMES AN hour in the stream of time
When all is dark, too dark to rest—
And in that hour our fate is cast,
And thus begins a timeless quest
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HE SWEEPS across the water undisturbed,
Beneath the heavy hand of evening's mist;
The noble bird in solitary flight
Slips nearer to the force he can't resist.
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