Philip Vincent Sanders

Listen to their laughter
Listen to them sing
Watch them on the roundabout
Watch them on the swings
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My footsteps splash as through the rain I plough
The shards of ice slash hard across my face right now
But freedom shouts from all the rooftops near
A ringing loud endorsement do I hear
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Listen to the flecks of rain
That fall on dusty ground
Listen to the bird's sweet song
As earth's waking comes around
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A memory is a moment of pure magic
Heart rending in its intensity
Beautiful in its clear simplicity
Burnt into your soul for eternity
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Looking into the vast plains that are the future
I wonder …….. what will be?
Crossroads that have been reached … decisions to be made
Which road should I take …. Which highway to follow?
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Darkened forest … leafy glades
The sun … splintering through the shade
Casting little beams of light
What a gentle, lovely sight
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In the eloquence of the evening
I enjoy the freedom’s feeling
Away from all the pressures of the day
Some time for relaxation
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Intensity ….. a vivid red
Turns me round … fills my head
Lifts me up … pulls me down
Makes me smile … makes me frown
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The rays of sunshine filter through the trees
The flowers sit … expectant for the bees
The grass is lush and green
Nature reigns supreme
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You soar on the thermals
Sweeping across the valleys of desire
Eyes glinting in the sunlight
As your prey of fulfilment hangs below
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The cold November wind bites deep inside
And in the tepee there the baby lies
Asleep within the handmade cradle low
His breathing slight and soft and slow
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The brush sweeps across the open plains
As buffaloes do roam and graze
The keenness of the young Sioux braves
As longingly on their prey they gaze
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The squaw knelt down beside the stream
The waters flowing fast
And let her fingers feel the cold
As the icy waters passed
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The storm brews and the wind howls
Your face is battered by by the rain
But it frees you from the shackles of the world
Clearing a path in your mind to nirvana
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Watch the moonglow, see it shine
Walk the path alone in time
Feel the space amongst the trees
Touch the leaves, feel the breeze
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The river flowing slowly past
Boats scurrying here and there
Where to? …Why? and How?
With all their various wares
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Your hair flows across the pillow like a mountain stream
Moonlight resting on your face still deep in sleep
Eyelids flutter like a bird as dreams unfold
The restful mind still in creative mood
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My mind refuses sleep
Portraying life in all its shades
Reminding me of all that is …
And all that maybe in the years to come
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The vibrant fruits of youth ………
Mature … and shed fallow seeds
Where once the stream flowed pure and clear
The waters are now muddied and unsure
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I open the box with trepidation and exhilaration
Memories burst through my eyes … into my mind
Love fells me like an axe to a tree ………
I drown in a deep sea of emotion
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