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saige Jan 2018
Are you near or are you far?
Or is it too **** close to call?
'*** I've come to know
There are so many shades of gone

Oh the stars are up above
I can't help falling for 'em all
Still you should know
You're the only one I'm wishing on

Sifting through the greys
So I might set my saving grace
In you alone
But there are so many shades of gone

Are you near or are you far?
Or were you ever here at all?
Please let me know
'*** there are so many ways to be
Lost and not
                 really gone.
saige Jan 2018
If these hills had eyes
They'd see me act a fool
Dancing as the sky turns
Darker than the pools of blue
Spread across the bay
Just dawn it was I came upon a place
Far beyond daybreak
A place
To wish you away
saige Jan 2018
I'll see you through past Winter's end
Wisps of frost to tempt me in
A frozen breeze may hold me still
Where nothing lies, and nothing will.

I fought for love through suffering
Forced to lose for fear I'd win
Hope lost its lure by Winter's end
And yet I'll find you once again.
·
I'll meet you in Spring's finest song
A haze of fortunes there and gone,
Where flowers taint the frigid truth
I beg my heart remembers you.

Thunder fades, storms pass along,
The winds die down, but I'll rage on
I'll dance away Spring's sweetest song
And dance again, once it's done.
·
I'll meet you along Summer's edge
The days will sink, but I won't rest
I'll melt beneath the bitter skies
Desperate for my thoughts to lie.

I'll strike a dream to frighten doom
Still destined to lose sight of you.
While crossing over Summer's edge
I beg my heart to dare forget.
·
I'll see you after Autumn's run
Between the leaves, against the sun
In a trance of comfort growing cold
Held apart, without a peace to hold.

To save what's due to lose its worth
For the sake of love, freed from hurt
But I'll fail to alter Autumn's run
With a wish I risked to waste on us.
·
If I close my eyes, I'll see it now
Regardless of what fate allows
Forced to fight and sworn to win
I've learned to love through suffering.

Breathing as the seasons sigh
Forging ways through changing times.
I close my eyes, I see you now-

            It is here that I first saw you,
And loved you through a thousand ends.
          It is here that I last lost you,
And yet I'll find you once again.
saige Jan 2018
I was nothing if not distraught
Russet and frail, my youth streamed lies
He was anything but a loss

Brown splishing eyes and chaos caught
Tight in the tipsy bows I plied
I was nothing, if not distraught

Wrecked as we were, while I forgot
Heart in his throat, I made it mine
He was anything but a loss.

Beckon me back, claim me as frost
Slight, on the brink of stolen tides
I am nothing if not distraught.

Weak as I stood, I still cannot
Lean on the love who fleetes with prime
He was anything but a loss.

Black preened his eyes, n' I just watched
Lacking water, we sunk in pride
I was nothing if not distraught.
He was all, all I ever I lost.
saige Jan 2018
There was a time I remembered
Billowing blinks, yet still i saw
Those were the worst; minute's embers.

Oh the faces of the withered
Charcoal and chalk, but aren't we all?
Those were the worst; autumn's embers

Old ghoulish grove, did I quiver?
Or free the fox from where he clawed?
There was a time I remembered.

Odes to ice rung by crossed fingers
Once was a first, and thrice too far
Those were the worst; seconds' embers.

Have I a spark to crown as clever?
Brazen and jeweled, did that queen fall?
There was a time I remembered.

These ashes I beg to hinder
Don't taint the ticks on chambered walls
There'll come a time I'll remember.
I was the worst; always embers.
saige Jan 2018
They always leave me, dear
Where else is left to go?
There's nothing for me here.

Stars glint the wind as mirrored
Kaleidoscopes, but oh-
They always leave me, dear.

Not one, but days of tears
I reckon you must know
There's nothing for me here.

A night so dreamt and sheer
I'm lured by sleep, but no!
They always leave me, dear.

What life is mine to clear?
Which carousel of snow?
There's nothing for me here.

Paint sunrise in my ear
I'll welter, wilt, and so-
By dawn you'll leave, my dear.
There's nothing for you here.
saige Jan 2018
So I suppose I like to **** at prose
But I'm not a rhapsodist, no
Just a rambler,
A mangler of words

I like to fancy myself somewhat of a bard
When really, I just fiddle around on the guitar
Tickling strings until they
Giggle their tunes into me

And sometimes, I'll pull the strings
So they can pour their songs
Out of me.
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