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Playing at the park,
Not knowing what was coming
I try not to cry.
The funeral comes, sadly
Grandpa P. has passed away.
I found this when I was going through a box of my old school work.  It was written March 30, 2006, when I was 10 years old.
In our first kiss,
Surrounded by darkness,
Except the light in your eyes
I must have tasted a trace
Of a lotus flower upon your lips
That flower which takes all thoughts of home
And transfers them to the place
Tainted by the bloom –
Since that first timid kiss,
Leading to so many others
I cannot think of a place
I would rather be
Than in your arms
To taste that kiss
Sweetened by the lotus
Like tea by a drop of honey
Seemingly, just for me.
In another life,
We must have met
And with undying passion,
Admitted our love and
Lived by it
We must have made memories
And framed them in
Soft vignette
Of holding hands and sharing kisses,
And saying, in our last breaths,
That we would find each other again –
We must have embraced
And remembered the harmony
So that in this life
We could keep our promise
And not ever dream
Of breaking it.
Old one again.
We are a mystery
A once-in-a-lifetime story
We are a miracle,
Silent whispers in darkness
Confusion, and colors –
We are light.
We are sunsets, a new life
A union of two hearts
We are birds in the morning,
A walk at dusk
Clouds at dawn,
     painted by the sun
We are everything beautiful
We are everything together.
Old one.
In the late afternoon,
In the light of the golden sun,
She climbs to a comfortable perch
In her favorite tree
Winter has given way to spring,
And as afternoon darkens to dusk,
She smiles at the world and
Breathes the sweet smell of
Freshly opened flowers, free from the
     green buds that litter the ground.
Over the branch her bare legs
     dangle,
Swinging ever so slightly to the
     whispers of the tired trees
This world is beautiful, a robin sings
And as she closes her eyes,
She thinks of him,
Her lover, her friend
The breeze tickles her skin, and
     he is there,
A perfect dream,
If only it were real,
As she smiles at the world,
If only he were there,
It would not be a dream of solitude.
Another old one.  Makes me miss the spring.
I’m finding, day by day,
More belief than I've ever felt
Deep in my veins,
Pumping, appropriately,
Through my heart
I believe in the impossible
I believe in simple joy.
In warm nights,
Looking at the stars
In absolute pleasure
Simply lying in your arms
I believe in the future
That, in fact,
Perfect love is possible
I know,
Because I've found it with you.
Very old poem.  Going through my old stuff and posting some of the ones I'm not too horribly embarrassed about.
You steal the darkness away from me
Place it in a sack and send it sailing into a river
To be swept away by the swift water
You light a candle with your eyes,
Make it grow with your smile -
Light my world with your kiss

And you call me "sunshine"
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