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 Jun 2019 Virlyn
Blade Maiden

The room in starlight bathed
My body unscathed
Swimming indoors
sheets are shores

Wash over me like the tide
for I don't sleep at night
Swimming indoors
where it always pours

Moon reflection
on my cushion
Swimming indoors
following ancient lores

Diving deep to find
an Atlantis on my mind
Swimming indoors
til reaching the dream's source
 May 2017 Virlyn
TG
Falling in love.
 May 2017 Virlyn
TG
Ten thousand leaves fell
with a single wisp of air
that escaped from your lips
as you smile;

that is how rapturously I fell in love
with you.
 Apr 2016 Virlyn
Kelsey Peyton
Fly away little heart,
your life has just begun.
Like the shiny dew in morning
on a web the spider's spun.
Find a nice and cozy place;
from there, you'll never run;
there you'll find true love
that will last as long as the sun.

Fly away little heart
to a land where love is free.
Love is not a punishment,
it's a thing like you and me.
It binds and twists everything
where what is, you cannot see.
Love lives in all of us,
without it, we could not be.

My little heart of mine,
you hold all love inside.
Even scratches and all tears,
we've made all repairs.
So little heart of mine,
let's give Love another try
 Apr 2016 Virlyn
Winnie M W
In the careless spring of youth
When my heart was new
Before it knew

I stumbled off my feet
So simply sweet
For him

For him I laughed
For him I sang
And would have given all

But he did not fall
No, he did not fall
For me

So young, his heart, was old
In contrast, mine was new
He knew what I did not

For he had stumbled
Right off his feet
So simply sweet

Oh, she was his one
His lovely
His only

She was his love
She was spring
And spring was she

When she laughed
The birds
Would sing

And when she smiled
The bells
Would ring

The sun
Would shine
On everything

For when she walked
And where she walked
She walked in spring

Softly sweetly
Footsteps fell
In them followed spring

She walked away
His heart once young
Now knows too well

I look behind me
As I walk with hope
To see there spring

But it is never there
No, it is never there
I do not walk in spring

Birds do not sing
Bells do not ring
I am not his spring

So young, his heart is old
Likewise, mine is too
I know what I did not

Oh, I had stumbled
Right off my feet
So simply sweet

For he was my one
My lovely
My only

He was my love
He was spring
And spring was he

When he laughed
The birds
Would sing

And when he smiled
The bells
Would ring

The sun
Would shine
On everything

For when he walked
And where he walked
He walked in spring

Softly sweetly
Footsteps fell
In them followed spring

He walked away
My heart once young
Now knows too well

Still I ache to be
His one and lovely
Be his only

I long to be
I long to walk
Sing and ring and shine

I long to laugh
And smile and walk
I long to be his spring
The story behind this poem is not true, though as I write it and read it, it feels very real to me. As luck would have it inspiration struck at a Jazz concert and I did not have pen, paper, nor handy computer with which to give life to the fleeting thought before it was lost forever to the black hole that is my memory. So there I was in the hallway outside the auditorium furiously typing away on my phone trying to preserve the lines flying through my head while at the same time trying to listen to the music wafting through the door. I felt like a miserable excuse for an appreciator of the arts but I think it was worth it. Now, several drafts later my baby is still not complete but I am sharing it with you. I welcome all advice and criticism but please be kind, like I said it is my baby. Enjoy.
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