Rebecca Wiles

Bury me at Wounded Knee,
for my heart grows faint and my body grows old.
The grounds too soft for my feet to tread,
and the nights are cold; too cold.
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So nice to hear from you my dear, I hope we keep in touch,
It's so nice to hear your words, I miss you very much!
I often keep my deeper self tucked within my heart,
this way I don't bare the pain of being torn apart.
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The lady sits within the tower, gazing at the view,
adorned with just a simple gown, worn only by a few.
Guarded by a liege of knights outside the castle wall,
by the fireside she sits as the evening starts to fall.
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Stars, like water flowing from a jar,
sprinkled upon the night.
Like an artist from afar,
painting a perfect light.
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The artist in me, sees beauty in every place.
The artist in me, see's poetry in every face.
I paint a picture with every word that I write.
Whether it is peace and love, or stars shining in the night.
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Whisper a word of kindess; whisper a word with heart.
Do not let the finer things, be torn all apart.
Dig deep within your soul; filled with beauty and grace,
and shine it out unto the world, in all the empty space.
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Mysterious creature of the night,
your silouhette captured by fading light.
Your cat-like grace prevailing,
your saddend secrets telling,
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Long ago in a far away land, when ages still were good,
there was a boy named Peter, who lived right by the wood.
It was upon a sunny morn inside the outer gate,
that Peter decided to step outside, and chance his very fate.
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Gardenias saturate the night,
clothed in their array of lovely white.
Their fragrance permeates the nose,
and far outshines the perfect rose.
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I will always remember your face,


a look of sadness and despair. I
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Have you thought to be a bird sitting in a tree,
surrveying all the landscape as far as you could see?

Have you thought to be a tree standing tall and proud,
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The radio played a cool Beatle tune,
'Hey Jude, ' echoed all through the car.
The only light came from the moon,
I had not traveled yet far.
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Hips softly swaying,
the wave of hair,
the sweet scent of mango
in the night air.
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Through the winds of change, I can see your smiling face.
I see you in the summer sun, I can see you in every place.
I can see you in the tree tops, I can feel you in the air,
I can feel you in my heart, I can feel you everywhere.
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Snow, what a lovely name,

though a dog, still the same,
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I wonder where you are tonight; I wonder what you do.
I wonder what is on your mind; what you're going through.
I wonder who makes your heart beat; who makes you smile,
I wonder who makes you dizzy with love; the one you'd walk that extra mile.
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Oh Lenessa, lady fair,

eyes of amber gold.
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What is time?
Can mankind refine it?
Can he define it?
Should he discover it's secrets,
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There is a place where the wolf still howls,
and the icy wind does blow.
And the stars you can see for miles away,
far from the place we know.
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Night time gathers with silent feet,
as the moon arises in the sky.
Tired souls are fast asleep,
as echoing stillness lingers by.
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