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 Jul 2016 Louise
Joanne Smith
You've enveloped my heart
and cocooned my soul
You've woken emotions
I find hard to control
You've unlocked a treasure
more valued than gold
You've opened a book
of words left untold
You've captured a gaze
not many have seen
You've ignited a fire
where ice has been
The hope I feel as our journey begins
Will quell any fear or doubt from within
 Jul 2016 Louise
Joanne Smith
I sit and watch the sunrise
Over a gnarled begotten place
Drained of life and substance
Lingering on the edge of space

You sit and watch the sunset
'Cross a friendly vibrant place
Where life moves ever onward
And time just gathers pace

We'll sit and watch the sun rise
In a place we know not yet
Life and time will seem eternal
As we sit and watch sun set
 Jul 2016 Louise
A Psalmist
Tomorrow was once an ocean away
Full of solemn waves and dismal tides
My insides craved for that day
When I would find a way
To hoist up my anchor of pride.
My inability to navigate the noise
Of the ebb and flow of loneliness
Was keeping me down
With my hope keeping me afloat.
How was I, an empty vessel,
to cross the complacent-sea with out a boat?
Honestly, it was an atrocity
Thought would only be solved by generosity.
I couldn't sail beneath the stars
With out any compass-ion: yours.
You made the hollow tides shift
And helped me complete my trip
All on the best ship
Friendship.
 Jul 2016 Louise
A Psalmist
The funny thing is it wasn't always this way
As if he was forced from his bed
Kicked out by the thing he craves.
Reason tells him it's okay
That it's all in his head
And that she is lying there safe.

But try telling that to his heart
Convinced of its own reality
with each beat in his shirt
Drenched in a cold hyperbole.

So he'll trade his sleep away
To take up the night watch
As if he can offer an ounce of assurance
In hopes of keeping his dream
from becoming
A nightmare.
 Jul 2016 Louise
Ocean Blue
Today
Is our birthday,
The first time you appeared in my life,
So many years ago,
Fingers of my hands can't count.
Do you remember?
Probably not,
We both know
You're not good at dates
As I'm good at
Writing love letters
That are never sent
- and you know why -
It was June the fifth,
The century was about to die,
Just imagine if...
You and I.
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