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A late lark twitters from the quiet skies:
And from the west,
Where the sun, his day's work ended,
Lingers as in content,
There falls on the old, gray city
An influence luminous and serene,
A shining peace.

The smoke ascends
In a rosy-and-golden haze. The spires
Shine and are changed. In the valley
Shadows rise. The lark sings on. The sun,
Closing his benediction,
Sinks, and the darkening air
Thrills with a sense of the triumphing night--
Night with her train of stars
And her great gift of sleep.

So be my passing!
My task accomplish'd and the long day done,
My wages taken, and in my heart
Some late lark singing,
Let me be gather'd to the quiet west,
The sundown splendid and serene,
Death.
If you come as softly
As the wind within the trees
You may hear what I hear
See what sorrow sees.

If you come as lightly
As threading dew
I will take you gladly
Nor ask more of you.

You may sit beside me
Silent as a breath
Only those who stay dead
Shall remember death.

And if you come I will be silent
Nor speak harsh words to you.
I will not ask you why now.
Or how, or what you do.

We shall sit here, softly
Beneath two different years
And the rich between us
Shall drink our tears.
just treading water
just trying to get by
until
the day
i can finally die
Best friend
You used to say.
Back when we were young.
With no drama,
no hate.
But as time went on,
your voice faded,
and now,
all I have is a faint recollection of
"
Best Friend*"
 Jan 2014 Kathleen Levinski
hanaB
It makes me crawl into dark.
It makes me more hopeless when i think.
It makes me realize.
    REALIZE that you're mine until the sunsets.
    REALIZE that i'm not your night sky nor your morning sunshine.
    REALIZE that i'll just be a lipstick imprint on you.
    REALIZE that i realize but is hopeless.
Sometimes.
Just sometimes i like to believe that you would like to watch that north star with me.
Sometimes.
Just sometimes i like to believe that all your bullets in me will last forever.
just sometimes.
Dear night sky,
I love to watch you,
some people don't like winter,
but I love winter nights,
when salted shapes fill the air,
and stormy summer nights,
when the negative space fills,
some rhythm to the madness,
for it is on the blackest of nights,
that I can see the brightest lights,
silver linings splattered across the sky,
for I'd rather have a tempest,
(there is unity in chaos)
than the dullness of peace,
and the burden of calm.
A.P. Beckstead (2013)
I saw
a blue horse in my dream
in his eyes a rainbow shines.
and sings.
there was this guy
who inspired me
once upon a time
he was the reason
i even wrote
my first ever
love poem
and at first
it was serious
and then it all
turned into dust
but i was stunned
infatuated for a long time
now he's no longer in my life
and i'm over the thought
of ever needing his embrace
or his face to kiss
met him 4 years ago
september 2009
fell in love
but turned him away
because love was a no-go
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