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believe in love believe in magic believe in santa clause believe in others believe in yourself believe in your dreams if you don't who will

there are so many lines killing tenderness and so many dimmed lights not whispering of love

wild horses couldnt drag me away wild wild horses we'll ride them some day wild horses couldnt drag me away wild wild horses we'll ride them some day

little soul little stray little drifter now where will you stay all pale and all alone after the way you used to make fun of things

she dreams herself in books the pages carefully marked or dog-eared and spines bent across her lap words roll off her half dozen pillows to disappear beneath covers and fingers insects and cookie crumbs wrapped in a cocoon of sheets to haunt her pre-dawn thoughts of moving away

this kiss smelled of a chewed poppy stalk red it spilled from the lips this kiss blossomed in the soft hollow of the palm of hand

i need to be with myself outcast and derelict i need that space so what if i am misunderstood that is your predilection outdistance me now because i need to be by myself

when the cool night kisses the morning light and pink roses weep like guests at a wedding

the sea is serene lake the sky bluish mantle

the tusks that clashed in mighty brawls of mastodons are billiard balls the sword of charlemagne the just is ferric oxide known as rust the grizzly bear whose potent hug was feared by all is now a rug great caesar's bust is on the shelf and i don't feel so well myself

this kiss smelled of a chewed poppy stalk red it spilled from the lips this kiss blossomed in the soft hollow of the palm of hand

one to gather the stars for thee two the wind so wild and free three the forest enchantment trees four the hills a spot for tea five my friends the flowers and bees six the sunrise over the sea last the mostest treasure be adrift the waters you and me

tyger tyger burning bright in the forests of the night what immortal hand or eye could frame thy fearful symmetry in what distant deeps or skies burnt the fire of thine eyes on what wings dare he aspire what the hand dare seize the fire and what shoulder amp what art could twist the sinews of thy heart

earth brings us into life and nourishes us earth takes us back again birth and death are present in every moment

dear daugther the dream captured in a crevice breached by a memory rope making a knot to climb the dreaming flows unimpeded down from the bit of release and the thought moves softly as doves down

so perfect yet not planned the day rumbles to closing and hill castle moves toward closure the lake hides its turning points let night come down and banish color on its brow

there are so many lines killing tenderness and so many dimmed lights not whispering of love

when despair for the world grows in me and i wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be i go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water and the great heron feeds i come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief i come into the presence of still water and i feel above me the day-blind stars

flames licking flicking hands and arms and feet if we can believe it wicker-man flicker-man red man burning dying the year: listen we hear the rustling death of leaves of feeble breath twigs and bones rattling in the wind grey man yearning

and then it was over and we took our applause we passed the peace pipe and thought no more about the scenes that were missing about the lines we had crossed and we smiled at each other and knew that the moment was lost i let you snuff out the candles i let you blow out the flame and i knew that this time it would never be the same the smiles you had wavered tears welled in your eyes and i looked and i knew that this magic it was only a sign for sunsets on empire it was only a dream i knew that it was broken when i heard you scream

water fragrance of rain colour of dreams quiet heart

only a spray of sun suggesting day delilah over her head slipped on her dress smooth and delicious smeared sweat in whispers behind her red shadow the city burned

give and take for to the bee a flower is a fountain if life and to the flower a bee is a messenger of love and to both bee and flower the giving and the receiving is a need and an ecstasy

two gardens the front for beauty the back for use sleepless now i wander through both and it is summer again the long summers of youth as i trace small paths in a trance of growth flowers pluck at my coat as i bend down to help

above the pools above the valleys above the mountains the woods the clouds the seas beyond the sun beyond the ether beyond the confines of the starry spheres my spirit you move with agility and like a strong swimmer who swoons in the waves you gaily cut through the profound immensity with an undescribable and manly delight fly far away from these morbid miasmas go and purify yourself in the upper air

gonna take a sentimental journey gonna set my heart at ease gonna make a sentimental journey to renew old memories got my bags got my reservations spent each dime i could afford like a child in wild anticipation long to hear that all aboard seven that's the time we leave at seven i'll be waitin' up at heaven

a story about letting all go a story about freedom a story about flying away a story about how small we are a story about how big it is a story about us

of my house with walls warm as unfinished dreams i will write the most beautiful poem of a child's hair never to entangle itself in my woman's hands of a mouth that will not hang with grim desire over my night's worry of love blossoming

ever since the birds flew away from my words and the stars went out i don't know what to call fear and death and love

she was a still shadow her bright cloak midnight shining her eyes shone like coals watching unseen souls from her theyre always hiding a dancing shadow flying across the floor after the spirits chasing theres nothing she loved more than the spying pacing

await for the minute to state my revival date standing by the lake for a solo sake time to be fully awake

don't dream it's over don't dream it's over you deserve better you deserve better days and nights never ending lights and darknesses never ending but don't dream it's over while you're traveling with me

demons demons everywhere and every grip a brink demons demons everywhere and not a stop to think

do not go gentle into that good night old age should burn and rave at close of day rage rage against the dying of the light though wise men at their end know dark is right because their words had forked no lightning they do not go gentle into that good night good men the last wave by crying how bright their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay rage rage against the dying of the light wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight

so what is love if thou wouldst know the heart alone can tell two minds with but a single thought two hearts that beat as one and whence comes love like morning bright love comes without thy call and how dies love a spirit bright love never dies at all

shadow of the shadows i live in the shadow of the shadows i live and i dream in your shadows

it is a beauteous evening calm and free the holy time is quiet as a nun breathless with adoration the broad sun is sinking down in its tranquility the gentleness of heaven is on the sea listen the mighty being is awake and doth with his eternal motion make a sound like thunder - everlastingly dear child dear girl that walkest with me here if thou appear untouched by solemn thought

for everyone you know there will be one last moment at which youll never see them again most of the time you wont even know its happening

i lie here thinking of you the stain of love is upon the world yellow yellow yellow it eats into the leaves smears with saffron the horned branched the lean heavily against a smooth purple sky there is no light

the trembling living world will congeal into a perfect shape nearly geometrical

as a bird soars high in the free holding of the wind clear of the certainty of ground opening the imagination of wings into the grace of emptiness to fulfill new voyagings may your life awaken to the call of its freedom as the ocean absolves itself of the expectation of land

stop telling me not to burn bridges some bridges are meant to be burnt some roads are never meant to be traveled again

a river seems a magic thing a magic moving living part of the very earth itself for it is from the soil both from its depth and from its surface that a river has a beginning

observe the wonders as they occur around you dont claim them feel the artistry moving through and be silent

let's go back to you and i small turns gave us the light love between went up in flames memorize minds fall forever young now i know where it's the life why can we get out of signs don't care if we're crossing the line catch reflections of our lives don't tell me hoping happiness comes from nothing

dreams ive had color splashed with movement always riding oceans of people willowy texture when i see them at night drifting in streamers

summer set lip to earth's bosom bare and left the flushed print in a poppy there

just how deep do you believe will you bite the hand that feeds will you chew until it bleeds can you get up off your knees are you brave enough to see

she climbed higher up the brown trunk of the sky the smile died of longing upon her leaving

where to start everything cracks and shakes the air trembles with similes no one world's better than another the earth moans with metaphors

i'm in a freefall like a snowflake falling down down down down down i close my eyes inside my head i starfall helpless to the ground down down down down down oh yeah smoke rings around me and bright sparks of fire flash by as i go i've got the feeling and it takes me higher than i'll ever know go go go go go oooh

slowly open your heart for my love is deep in there burried in the dismal abyss of desires and worldly mundane slowly open your heart dear my love is waiting for you to come out of shadows and relish our lives

slaughtered i will congeal into a unique shape in this shape i will entice with disabled arms promising pleasure until nothingness dawns giving giving away i will be this perfect empty body

let it be forgotten as a flower is forgotten forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold let it be forgotten for ever and ever time is a kind friend he will make us old if anyone asks say it was forgotten long and long ago as a flower as a fire as a hushed footfall in a long forgotten snow

i stand not still but circling counting out the paces and with each turn im rounding out showing all my faces and each in turn brings home to me just what im standing for

i heard you saying rightly so turn our backs on what we most need to know give in too fast then give in to know once they've got you where they want you they don't wanna know i could leave or i could stay it doesn't make a bit of difference any more anyway with each and every circumstance i lose knowledge and gain innocence you won't find me grieving

the moon will develop in the sky like a pearl

birds are calling skunks are crawling wagging their tails for love spring is here whales are churning worms are squirming wagging their tails for love what is this thing of which i sing that makes us all bewitched

i bless the night that nourished my heart to set the ghosts of longing free into the flow and figure of dream that went to harvest from the dark bread for the hunger no one sees all that is eternal in me welcome the wonder of this day the field of brightness it creates offering time for each thing to arise and illuminate

proceed with caution actuation is generally assumed to be the last step after much analysis beauty is masked in first intention delicate like ribbons of steel sunset a reflection of sunrise the promise of tomorrow fleeting hope is written on flash paper juggled in the hands of a clown the actuary sleeps amid statistical blackmail

if you were to leave today don't say good bye to me but instead say i will see you later because the idea of you leaving for good makes me want to cry

a color is more than just a color dressed myself in green to lose myself amongst the world to be like everyone else to be numb that lasted a few days felt like no one cared that was the whole idea to be selflessly green my sister she thinks me a demon

and in the naked light i saw ten thousand people maybe more people talking without speaking people hearing without listening people writing songs that voices never share no one dare disturb the sound of silence

it is blue-butterfly day here in spring and with these sky-flakes down in flurry on flurry there is more unmixed color on the wing than flowers will show for days unless they hurry but these are flowers that fly and all but sing and now from having ridden out desire they lie closed over in the wind and cling where wheels have freshly sliced the april mire

the world is so small the world is just two stories tall you are on the upper one you breathe heavily nearby stands eternity dark i take the steps laboriously walking in a long shirt i wipe off my mouth with a warm damp hand

forever let it be the emblem to a holy cause the banner of the free and never from its guardian height let it by man be driven but let it float forever there beneath the smiles of heaven

with a leg i push the universe away pondering a bit swinging on a thread of unspecified wants

my life is cold and dark and dreary it rains and the wind is never weary my thoughts still cling to the mouldering past but the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast and the days are dark and dreary

the wound was cause to wash the gushing blood that rained in sticking gobs and places pooled as puddles formed to camouflage the mess like red decks of a frigate in the age of sail swaths of mercurochrome painting the good as well as swabbing the tear

the flower that smiles today tomorrow dies all that we wish to stay tempts and then flies what is this world's delight lightning that mocks the night brief even as bright

press your mouth to the melody hair to the scent so many colors the sky has trembled to keep us from falling asleep

in the darkness before the dawn they climbed the track from the villages beneath the hill to the lands rim seated on straw bales on creaking carts in the mornings chill in expectation of a sight to remember all their lives waiting for the ending of the night quietly they sat regretting warm beds until the growing light falling on field and hedge awoke the birds greeting with song the rising sun

i'll paint you a rainbow to hang on the wall to brighten your heart when the grey shadows fall on a canvas of joy outlasting the years with a soft brush of sweetness to dry all your tears i'll paint you a rainbow with colors of smiles that glow with sincerity over the miles on a palette of words i will tenderly blend tones into treasures of sunlight and wind i'll paint you a rainbow that reaches so wide your sights and your sorrows will vanish inside

like absence spun out like a sudden bell the sea shares out the heart's own sound raining dusking on a lone coast night falls without doubts and the lugubrious blue of its shipwrecked banners fills with a stridency of silver planets

on a cold autumn day my heart is drenched in wine as i walk in fields of red

you're only just a dream boat sailing in my hand you swim my secret oceans of coral blue and red your smell is incense burning your touch is silken yet it reaches through my skin and moving from within

i'll be seeing you in all the old familiar places that this heart of mine embraces all day through in that small cafe the park across the way the children's carousel the chestnut trees the wishing well i'll be seeing you in every lovely summer's day in everything that's light and gay i'll always think of you that way i'll find you in the mornin' sun and when the night is new i'll be looking at the moon

i've got something in my pocket i like to put it on my face i keep it very close to me in a very special place i know that you can guess it it won't take a long long while i always take it out and put it on i've something in my pocket that's what the big girls say i'll have a pocket of my own

the soul looks out through wide blue eyes so questioningly into mine that my tormented soul replies oh little body do not die you hold the soul that talks to me although our conversation be as wordless as the windy sky so looked my father at the last right in my soul before he died though words we spoke went heedless past

his eyelids droop his head falls low his old eyes cloud with dreams the sun upon all things that grow falls in sleepy streams

the creations for us to admire and preserve the lake and wildlife for you to observe after the visit you will surely succumb to the beauty and peace that has become to be untouched as intended to be the land and lake surrounding for all to see the fluffy white clouds lined in silver the dark blue skies that he can only deliver the brilliant bright sunsets for us to admire behind the rolling green mountains of desire

we shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time

i have written this day down in my heart as the sweetest day in the season from all of the others i've set it apart but i will not tell you the reason that is my secret - i must not tell but the skies are soft and tender and never before i know full well was the earth so full of splendour i sing at my labour the whole day long and my heart is as light as a feather

come dear children let us away down and away below now my brothers call from the bay now the great winds shoreward blow now the salt tides seaward flow now the wild white horses play champ and chafe and toss in the spray children dear let us away this way this way

shall earth no more inspire thee thou lonely dreamer now since passion may not fire thee shall nature cease to bow then let my winds caress thee thy comrade let me be since nought beside can bless thee return and dwell with me

i lay my cheek down on cool green blades and watch flickering sunlight move through disks of wild parsley inhale spring sap perfume the scent hangs sweet and redolent from cottonwood buds heavy like a cloud of old memories i listen to a swishing crinoline gesture in the distance

with callused hands i tasted the softness of the moon in the coldest winds i discovered my soul's warmest fireplace in the roughness of his stubble the tenderest love

love by that loosened hair well now i know where the lost lilith went so long ago love by those starry eyes i understand how the sea-maidens lure mortals from land love by that welling laugh joy claims his own

youth is like spring an over-praised season more remarkable for biting winds than genial breezes autumn is the mellower season and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits

evening sun descending teach me when life is ending night shall pass and i like you shall rise again where life is new teach me sun descending

hes often barred from office and coughing works to keep it satisfied oh how many times its found its time interrupted by the flow of events gone by and naturally i sigh when i see them flitter out the window i look up through venetian blinds to his office

where i have lost i softer tread i sow sweet flower from garden bed i pause above that vanished head and mourn

there is the sudden silence of the crowd above a player not moving on the field and the silence of the orchid the silence of the falling vase before it strikes the floor the silence of the belt when it is not striking the child the stillness of the cup and the water in it the silence of the moon and the quiet of the day far from the roar of the sun

on the edge of passing there are no kisses there are no smells or colors on the edge of passing the narrow light darkens and so clearly the land ends - the pain

love note to the me i am becoming new challenges i am confronting and what is this to me hiding in contemplation a reevaluation

until in the time of no rain you hear beneath the dry wind's commotion in the trees the sound of flowing water among the rocks a stream unheard before and you are where breathing is prayer

i have been one acquainted with the night i have walked out in rain - and back in rain i have outwalked the furthest city light i have looked down the saddest city lane i have passed by the watchman on his beat and dropped my eyes unwilling to explain i have stood still and stopped the sound of feet when far away an interrupted cry came over houses from another street but not to call me back or say good-bye

a rosebud by my early walk adown a corn-enclosed bawk sae gently bent its thorny stalk all on a-dewy morning ere twice the shades o' dawn are fled in a' its crimson glory spread and drooping rich the dewy head it scents the early morning within the bush her covert nest a little linnet fondly prest

the time will come when with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door in your own mirror and each will smile at the other's welcome

i'm turning out the light now that you're leaving to see things black and white now that you're leaving to kill you in the dark to give my last remark i'll stay up tonight now that you're leaving i'm running backwards on a train all is coming back to me again