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A haunted heart
With the eternal
Ghost of you.
you inhale tragedies
and exhale poetry
From where do you get your perseverance?
There is nothing in this world
More precious
To me
No metal
No stone
Than your voice
On the other end of the phone
barren canyon
echo-haunted walls
thirsty sand-blown dust

skeletal branches
stripped of life
sloughing-bark itch

shriveled snakeskin
crackles in disintegration
snagged on ancient sagebrush

but when her teardrop falls
the love buried in his desert heart
springs to unquenchable life
If I could sleep
For one night
It would be under the stars
When the stars are smiling and the moon is bright
Where the breeze is cool and there is no light
Where I can lay against the dark earth
Where it feels safe
I want it to envelope me, hug me tight
Allow my eyes to shut slowly, with ease
With my arms out like a starfish
Yet so astonishingly safe
I want to fall asleep in its serenity
And dream

If I could sleep
For one night
It would be on the soft sand
Where the night sky blends with the ocean's rim above me
Where the sounds of the waves ease my eyes shut
Calming the storm in my mind
Where I can dream with no fear
And allow my dream to carry me across the ocean's waves

If only I could sleep
For one night
Listening to the sounds of breaking waves
Threatening to consume me
knowing I am safe
With my eyes closed
My fingers relaxed beneath the soft grains of sand
As I delve deep into the crevices of my mind
A place where dreams seem to come true
© Hannah
It was many and many a year ago,
  In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
  By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
  Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
  In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
  I and my ANNABEL LEE;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
  Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
  In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
  My beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
  And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
  In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
  Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
  In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
  Chilling and killing my ANNABEL LEE.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
  Of those who were older than we—
  Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in heaven above,
  Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
  In her sepulchre there by the sea—
  In her tomb by the side of the sea.
I and she are in a spooky quantum entanglement!
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