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Light a candle
Save the world
Sit in stillness and pray
Light a candle
Save the world
Sit in stillness and pray

Light a candle
Ask for help at this troubled time
Stand in the light repelling the dark
Ask for healing for all
Ask for that we may move forward

Light a candle
Lift up yourself
Then lift up the world

Believe
a cloudless night, freed from stars or constellations in the way
inciting and inviting me to lay my hands down
upon my lurching, I could count every shade of grey
because I am freed and in my freedom, I will drown
glances fighting to sound
(a waistline of nothing
a dream of sommer truth
a crest of an ocean wave
seven feet of soil, and the water in it)
is everything our fate isn't about
exhausted, I bend to kiss
the burning dark,
I find your lips
blinded by this cold eclipse.
Like the flow of a water river stream just moving along.
Love moves me like the lyrics of a love song.

Like two lips kissing in the dark.
The memory of that moment stays in my heart.
Love moves me.

And I can describe it in more detail.
Like warm summaries of a letter received in the mail.
Detailing every moment that we shared.
Love moves me.

There are many things that affects us two.
But nothing more than the love I feel for you.

Love moves me.
You move me.
Love moves me.
Thrills do too.
clouds of pink on the cherry sigh,
sweet, whispering flowers fall and fall,

they lie upon the mossy wall,
clouds falling from a pink-sea sky,


flowers of the wind, confetti, rice,
papery stream like a pressed dry rose,

blossom song, the tireless breezes blow,
bewitching bower of cherry-flower ice.


a stream of melancholy green,
dances through the shades of the trees

the pink blooms sweep the river's breeze,
dry on stones, cherry-petal scenes....
You can’t compare yourself
With the unbroken girls
Surrounding you
You already shattered
Creating
A new form
Of beautiful

-jt
a somewhat older poem
Truly, I felt drawn to you like a pencil,
Scribbling down my feelings.
Like the strokes of an artist's hand
Bringing a blank canvas to life.

Some days, I find myself carelessly putting
Your smile on display in my day's portrait.  
It's as if I am painting a personal masterpiece,
Where each brushstroke represents a memory,
We've now created together.

But eventually, the fading light of the day
Brings forth words left unsaid,
Casting a shadow on the beauty we,
Once shared.
My goal time and time again is to know you in a way no one has or does.
Maybe she knows you inside out,
Then I’m going to know you upside down.
I’m always looking for a new angle,
Our angle.
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