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The world stood still,
our time we had to ****
lives dropped years
like hot wax on chandeliers

splattering our day to day
with matters of silver gray
of red, browns, greens and gold;
the sort of rainbow nobody ever told.

Not in fairytales nor magazines,
hot topics nor fresh cuisines
But in the eyes of trees
and suckle sweet honey bees

Day to day in the wood
where people wish they could
live out their troublesome ages--
freed from their pen and paper cages.

As if a god stopped each pedal drop
each bird's chirp and bunny hop
to be heard on trumpets high
in a day to day look at the glorious sky

a soft second when all is still
birds, babes, and a fawn, frozen at will
lifeless yet has utmost potential
delved in a growth exponential
Dah Apr 2014
Perhaps the doors to our dreams
space   time   rambling mind
hang on cosmic hinges
restless hinges    aching hinges
in need of   hemp   *****   or fine wine

Unmoved by being in my dream
she walked barefoot over my breath
speaking languages
from a trillion universes
unknown to me

I heard her   I called to her
I listened   and her voice
spoke to me   one word
slowly   one word at a time

Her face near my memory
her kisses   her body   our whisperings
I held my hands out   they disappeared
a lonely finger remained   pointing

Perhaps the portals to our dreams
are hungry mouths stuck open
endlessly whimpering to be nurtured

I watched her laughing and crying
at the threshold of my tenderness   crying
slippery tears   severe tears   unreal tears
tears like smoke rings   tears like crystals
tears like rain the roses love

Gently   she lifted a red rose
to my mouth
it lived in ecstasy  
on my tongue

O Love   love   love
daylight is near
and dreams will fade
like one moist blossom after another

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From my third book: 'If You Have One Moment'
(Stillpoint Books, 2015)

©dah / Stillpoint Books 2015
all rights reserved

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