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Dreams.

 In my dreams I see you clearlyno film of tears before my eyesclear as a picture through a lensbefore the dying light arrives. I ascend fast the steps of weary sleepclimbing to reach your callbut alas my efforts are futile,for you are nowhere, not here at...

I Missed You.

“Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through, to guess about what is seen during a moment” Carl Sandburg I Missed You. I missed you, when the heated rhythm of Salsathat feels so like chillies when they touch your...

In Christmas Lights.

  Sharp and crisp as snowy nightscrystal clear in prism lights,gentle orbs that sparkle brightshining are your eyes tonight. Reflected jewels of liquid amberlike dripping rich fondant creams,chocolate in the deepest hue,I bow my head to look at you. Eyes that hold...

“Rippling Shadows”

 I found your words resting on a pagewritten in that slim stylish hand,the book, a gift I think?Not significant to utter or to make worthy of printI studied them closely…I loved you as the sun glints its ripplingshadows as they spill across my bedroom wall...