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Loving fingers
Trace tenderly
The contours
Of my face.
Touches like
Butterfly's kiss.

Should you lose
Your sight tomorrow,
You will know
Your way home
A lone star shooting
Across skies of midnight blue.
You're my wish come true
I get weak
Thinking
About weeks.
For example:
1300 weeks = 1 generation;
2080 weeks = a work life;
4420 weeks = a lifetime.
Don't squander 1 week
Worrying about
Next week,
It makes one weak.
come softly down
move gently through
do not go lightly

oh passion, shimmering spirit of hope
your voice resounds

strengthen, uplift
inspire and deliver
do not stop short

oh passion, coiled conception of desire
your heart resounds

fill slowly up
remain deep and true
do burn brightly, do

oh passion, elusive love-light
your fire is water

©Jason Cole
Drawn like dust into wayward winds
Across barren straits ‘til we live again
These forces that form this universe
Direct our love with unquenchable thirst

My ghost gets trapped between these worlds
As I hauntingly await my special girl
Until we begin again in a time of new
I’ll wait and watch and dream of you

Free will gets lost within this stage
No soul breaks free of true love or rage
At nights I whisper in your sleeping ear
We’ll be together again soon my dear
Traveler Tim
re to 02-18
I
I make music with my lips
I make love with my soul
in my mind the world is art
I create beauty with my hands

I hear the music of the trees
I see the wind as it kisses your face
I feel the pain of the world
I show the tears for those that can not
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