Thomas Koron

I found pleasure in every direction,
As I wandered mystified through the fields.
A snapdragon captured my attention;
Possessed with the sensation that it yields.
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On this bed of roses my teardrops fall,
As clouds begin to darken in the sky,
And vines have grown across the garden’s wall.
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One summer night, in the month of July,
After the heat of the day had simmered,
The moon softly glowed in the starlit sky;
And your beautiful blue eyes had shimmered.
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At dusk we shall bask in the veil of night,
Covering all that the eye ever sees.
A cloak of clouds masking the moon so bright,
As bats fly in circles above the trees.
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Spending our time where people loudly talk,
We wave to friendly faces from afar.
An empty glass leads us to slowly walk
Through the crowd, as we step up to the bar.
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Last night I had dreamed,
About all things horrible,
Housed under one roof.
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By the darkest shadows in the moonlight,
A werewolf creeps through the woods as it stalks.
This beast is such a terrifying sight;
Thirsty for blood, upon bare feet it walks.
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Sometimes we lose everything that we had,
And wonder should we break instead of bend.
Thinking about the love we never send,
We’re left miles behind, feeling so sad.
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When I first saw her in my frame of view,
I felt a lifting from all of my pain.
Her eyes began to shine like morning dew,
More tender than the blessed falling rain.
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Within these abandoned stone abbey walls
An old coffin can be seen on the site—
And strange sounds from the creatures of the night
Are heard echoing through the empty halls.
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Her eyes draw a heavenly peace to mind,
Where the green color of the sea doth dwell.
Her face is a beauteous wishing well,
Which reveals her splendor to all mankind.
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A gift from heaven
Visited me last Christmas,
And then she was gone.
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Through the mist of the night, a candle glows
Dimly over the bookshelves in his den.
As the pile of papers on his desk grows,
He dips his pen into the ink again.
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Watch the old miser now begin to cry,
Alongside his fancy mail-order queen,
Over the things that money cannot buy.
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I.

In youth, she was a gift from the divine,
Bringing happiness to those she would meet.
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Join me for a moment as I recall
Her face during times from our youthful days.
Gone was summer when school began that fall.
The new school year would stay with me always.
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Journeying through the valleys and meadows,
Past the peaceful flow of a gentle stream,
May I find her face reflected in those
Whimsically painted places where I dream.
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In your earliest days, I had seen you
Look across the room from a rocking chair.
Over the carpet, you would crawl to where
Very small toys were gathered in your view.
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The sun tans our skin,
As we walk on the beaches,
In the summer heat.
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They float dreamily through the summer night,
Across a soft, sky-lit sunset of red,
And their backs glow with a green colored light.
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