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This street I am on
seems to be the same old story,
winding in one direction
under the same stars
& I feel the magic
of you
& I wonder,
I wonder if
your sweet candy
comes in smaller boxes.
Rivers of love flow from her letters
I bathe in her words such beautiful weather
All that I am and all that’s to come
I promise her love, my living life sum

She appeals to my senses like a basket of flowers
Love raining down like a gentle spring shower
A star in the night just south of the sky
A stairway to Eden in her sparkling eyes

The sweetness of honey, the dew of the mist
The warmth of the noon sun found in her kiss
She’s an early spring thaw, she’s a midsummer night
She’s a fresh autumn breeze and a wintry delight

To the innocent she’s a princess who guides and protects
To the broken she’s a maid who cleans up the mess
To the fallen she’s an angel forgiving all sins
Her mercy is proven, her compassion no end

She’s all of these things and so much more
She’s obviously the one that I adore...
Traveler Tim
re to 12-17
This is dedicated to all you HP poetess who warm my ever frozen heart.
The soul is but a funny thing
Can it really be forever
And the secrets of this quantum realm
Can it hold this world together

Love and fear exhaust the mind
Bringing us to our knees
Upon our anger we draw strength
For envy, hate and greed

Disturbing are the dreams of this poet
Restless is my flight,
I shed the blood of a hundred demons
Who somehow stand and fight

To come to terms with yesteryear
Is a strength I lack within
Oh how I miss you my dear
And I wish I'd never sinned...
I dreamt about true love so deep I cried
So beautiful and unattainable, still I tried
I tried to hold on as long as I could
Yet my words are so often misunderstood...
Traveler Tim
Re To 09-17
Looking glass of god
Are you shattered upon the earth
Broken is the prophet
Who was raised up from his birth...

Used to bring a message
Then shed like old dead skin
Open up I'm coming out
From this hell you left me in...

Let silence be our guide
And peace will set us free
Or be lost within the question
Of some ancient mystery...
Traveler Tim
Re post to Dec 2016
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