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In the depths of the night
there is light.

On the darkest of days
there also is light.

When love turns cold
when stars burn out.

When smiles fade
and shadow creeps

When hearts break
and fear fills us

There is light to guide us home.
 Jan 2015 Grace Pickard
miki
He is the sun
Where my world revolves around

He is the missing puzzle piece
The piece that I've found

He is the song on the radio
That I can't stop singing

He is the words my heart tell
The words my mouth can't speak

He is the truth
Behind my every lie

He is the wings
That make angels fly

He is the voice
I always want to hear

He is that person
I always want near

He is the color of the sky
When everything is bright

He is the glow of the moon
That gives light every night

He is the sound
Of the ocean waves

The song in my playlist
One of my fave

He is the sunshine
After the rain

The happiness
And the pain

He is the blush on my cheeks

The butterflies inside me

He is the smile on my lips

The one that got my heart

The boy who sings
The boy in the first poem is the same boy in this poem. Just can't get enough of him.
 Jan 2015 Grace Pickard
Dawn King
I climb into your dream spaces
and
Produce Milky Way plays
we
Set sail in purring whisper ships
while
Venus plays old forgotten songs
each
Time I feel you waking
the
Intermission is delayed
so
Enchanted seeds
with
August murals
of
Obscure reminiscence
can
Tendril intertwined
into
Dark recesses of your mind
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