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 May 2015 Debbie Jean Embrey
Love
I'd like to think I'm alone in the world,
Because when I realise I'm not the only one who's hurting,
I feel horrified that there are so many,
There's no beauty in numbers,
When you read the reason it's for,
Don't you feel a little sick?
There's many of us dying,
worse yet, we're the ones with the **gun.
 May 2015 Debbie Jean Embrey
anu
smile
while
you
feel

see
sky
instead
you
cry
self motivating..feeling good..
.

Gaze silently towards the heavens
as beams of shimmering gold
beckon to you
with brilliant light of the full moon bright
fond memories you come to hold

Taste the sweet fruit of passion
shining on your perfect face
sending you
dreams of me to always be
the outline of your heart felt place

Walk along the lighted path
amongst the sprawling sycamore
touching you,
reaching far of every blushing star
to send a love of true adore

Breathe the air of midnight moon
scents of windswept atmosphere
caressing you
with aromatic symphonies upon the breeze
calming of your every fear

Feel my affection upon these evening skies
tempting as this nighttime glow
finding you,
your beauty blooms within this fullest moon
as ever I shall love you so
Good night beautiful.
The more you get enlightened,
the more you get confused.
A paradox...
Dog
There you go, you're going to leave,
I don't know..
But I just feel bad even though you've done this before,
You'd come back and then,
It would look like it's going to be okay.
It won't be, you're going to leave again.
But.. I know you'll be back again.
I'm happy that at the end of day,
I'd see you again,
I'd see you again but you're different.
You're happier when you leave,
You don't seem cheerful every time you come back.
You look exhausted and all.
And for me, I'm happy when you're back,
But.. I'm also sad to see you like that.
And so I let you do whatever you wanted.
I just do whatever I did whenever you're here.

One day,
You told me you'd come back.
But you didn't,
I was alone.
You didn't come back home.
The selkie sits on solemn sands,
Her hair a curtain wet.
She sings her songs of splendid seas -
A shining silhouette.

Her lily coat lies loosely strung,
Her shoulders slim and white,
She sighs with sounds of salty spray;
A voice of naught and night.
A play on Irish folklore and alliterations
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