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Lilac Wine Poems
Loneliness of the Soul
Loneliness of the soul is a journey without a destination A journey that one takes alone no hand to hold Walking her distance but nothing in sight You see her horizon yet it’s untouchable
Dear God where are you?
Dear God where are you? I looked up at the sky one sad painful day Through my darkness anger and pain I saw
Sweet Love, Love Of My life
Sweet love, love of my life I have learnt to quench my thirst without water I have quenched my thirst with the sweet nectar of Your oceans of kisses
To My Babies....Happy Mothers Day Every ...
To My Babies…….Happy Mothers Day Every Day Do you remember the very first day you spent inside your very first cradle in my womb? Do you remember the calm warm liquid love I enveloped you in?
I Lay My Heart Under The Weeping Willow
I lay my heart under the shade of the weeping willow For the weeping willow weeps with me I feel the gentle caresses of the breeze upon my face I raise my face towards the sun
All i needed was....
All I needed was a shoulder to lean on I would never have soiled it with my tears Just a place to rest my weary head Just as I offered you mine
Once upon a dream time i fell asleep in another time another place. I was carried away on a magical silverhaired stallion. Flew way up high above the sky. I heard a giggle and a laugh and softly they drifted to my ears
Believe In Myself Again
Let the sunlight spill through the clouds Like love’s magic dust Flood my heart and Warm my soul
His words... His words float like stars sparkling twinkling in the heavens above Dancing descending in a downward spiral of dreams
A glitter a glimmer a shimmer of a once ...
I took a walk this morning along the canal side In the distance I saw a form a figure sitting on the lock Throwing pebbles and watching ever decreasing circles Shoulders hunched like the burden of the world was upon him
Broken now The vase that held the roses That fell when you left That shattered into a million smithereens
Baby I will die a lil bit more....foreve...
When I see the violinist play But I don’t hear music When I see the flowers bloom But I can’t smell the fragrance
A Heart Full Of Emptiness
An empty sailing vessel Battered and bruised wrecked too far out for salvage Just another broken heart
The Beautiful Dream Butterfly
Past the silvery resplendent moon Through the silken curtain Tumbled gently the blissful breeze Like the falling tendril of hair across the lovers face
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Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
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Loneliness of the Soul
Loneliness of the soul is a journey without a destination
A journey that one takes alone no hand to hold
Walking her distance but nothing in sight
You see her horizon yet it’s untouchable
Loneliness of the soul is like the ocean
Blue and beckoning deceptively comforting
Calm yet a torrent rages beneath her cool surface
You see her horizon yet it’s unreachable