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  Apr 2015 Evon Benjamin
Brandi R Lowry
Saying goodbye
To someone you love
Is like reading the final page
Of an amazing book.

As the last chapter ends
You begin to notice
Just how beautiful
And perfect
The plot always was.  

You appreciate the joy
And even the pain
As you read and thumb
Through every page.

Finally understanding
The moral of the story,
You realize you've reached
The end of this journey.

Although the last sentence  
Is the most difficult to read
Another great book awaits
Once you turn the final page.

Eventually you may stumble
Upon yet another great find.
Or maybe you'll return
To the book you left behind.

You may just discover
Once all is said and done
That this particular book  
Was your favorite story
All along.
For Ty & Des ❤️
  Jun 2014 Evon Benjamin
CA Guilfoyle
Breath of life, it is a wild ocean
always a tide coming and going
in this place, it does not linger long
never holding on, only drifts quietly into night
into stars, into fleeting sparks of fire flies
or in the night waters, a ghostly glow
of phosphorescence, a transient trail
of luminescence that soon
fades and reappears to light
the deepest depths
of sea
to all who stop by here to read this poem, I thank you
to all poets, here and everywhere, I thank you
XO
Cyd
  Jun 2014 Evon Benjamin
Juliet Claire
One day I wish to acquire a love
A love higher than the stars above
A love so deep it could puncture my heart
A love with dark and light like art
A love that makes me blush
A love that as soon as I see him I feel an icy rush
A love where we are like two doves
Living for eternity with our endless love
Evon Benjamin Feb 2014
The Grass,

Withering, faint, unrecognisable,

The grass calls me to me sweet.

Leaves a sliver of sweetness,

Fleeting euphoria,

Highs unimaginable,

Giving of its sweet evergreen aroma if only for a time

Yet so strong that you cannot help but to cling to it for dear life.



Why do I yearn for the grass so?

When it is all around us – abundant like the air we breathe?

That is because the grass is the breath,

Pungent nostalgia that,

If ever last for so long as a day, lasts for a lifetime.

— The End —