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Echo Floating Jun 2019
Are the grasses of loves past green enough,
To throw ours on their pyre?
Will you always hearken back love,
To long burned out desires?
When you close your eyes is it me you see?
Or some other lover from memory.
Will you take my hand and walk with me?
Or is this spark lost in their flame?

Are the grasses of loves past green enough,
To twist ours on their pyre?
Is their ash in your mouth not cooled enough?
Are there embers still burning brighter?
When you kiss my lips are you where you want to be?
Or are you lost in other kisses reverie?
Will this lacking fool become a brief history?
Or will this spark rise to a flame?

Are the grasses of loves past green enough,
To consume ours on their pyre?
You say you live in the moment love,
But your heart is full of old reminders.
When you hear my name does it make you smile?
Or do other names echo through your wistful mind?
Will you ever look at me as your greatest find?
Or will this spark die in their flame?
Echo Floating Jun 2019
With every crooked smile,
You take my breath away from me.
Your eyes filled with laughter,
Beguile me.
My happiest place is in your company.

With the heat of your kisses,
And each soft caress,
I fall into breathless space,
No regress.
My foolish heart flutters within my chest.

With each song you sing,
You take my breath from me.
A lyrical seduction,
Enslaves me.
Now and forever, I'm yours completely.
Echo Floating May 2018
I awoke and broke free
A being of light
Happier than I've been
In the longest time.
The darkness is gone
An unbearable night
A malevolent dream
That fades....
Echo Floating Nov 2017
Autumn has fallen.
Bowed her umber head
On bended knee
In supplication

A new reign begins

The geese in formation flee
Their discordant cries
a perfect counterpoint
To their orderly V

The banished army of summer

Still Sunday mornings
Frostbitten silences
Shattered by the cacophony
of hunters' guns

Reaping the spoils

Hedgerows thickly laden
Berries of holly,
sloe, ivy, crabapple
After sweeter fruits are gone

Provide a bitter feast

Coldness brings clarity
Stripped away
of the raiment of summer
The bare vista in her true form

Naked, cold and beautiful

Only the strongest scents survive
The salt tang of the sea
The sharpness of evergreen
Joined now by a new one

The tingling promise of snow

Onward she sweeps
A glittering queen
Tracing filigree on
leaf, pond and pane

Marking her conquests

The world is struck numb,
By this terrible beauty
This force of nature

Now is the cusp of Winter
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