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Colm Dec 2022
I am that which is becoming

The realization of my dream

Which I’ve been asleep to for these past ten years

And ten years from now I’ll wake again

And in a new direction turn suddenly

Unendingly

And into the sun
Colm Dec 2022
One day I awoke
And in the mirror looked
Seeing not just myself
But you as well
And with a smile we
Went about our days
As two halves can only be
Themselves
(:
Colm Dec 2022
Expressions cannot run like ink
    They can only hold fast
To the paper of memory
    And at our feelings . Grasp
For just a moment to pass
   And think though they will not last
Colm Dec 2022
It's not the walls
Or the people same
Or the trains which make this place my own
Not the beaches which I joke about
Or the hilly slanted towny homes
It's the clouded skies and windmills wave
It's my own my spoken out in voice
In all that there is this homely place
And the power of my own my choice

It is here
Colm Dec 2022
The trees up here are thin and fair
Beneath thickened wind which howls away
How they bend and sway and cannot bare
To be spoken of as if they will not stay

I can feel the deep gray clay beneath
The water where my father begs it lay
There is not so much as an autumn leaf of scented left
As there is searing cold to be brushed away

The trees up here are thin and fair
Beneath thickened wind which howls away
How they bend and sway and cannot bare
To be spoken of as if they will not stay
Colm Nov 2022
Color grows above
And wrestles darkness down slow
Behind the mountains
Peaking into wondrous lost
The next day is found awake
ST11

A set of colors and dreams and thoughts
Colm Nov 2022
There's no back and forth
Left to be found here and when
All around are done
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