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Iley O'Glesby Oct 2013
Oh Shadow, how you've grown since last we spoke,
But I do not have your fee.
No paper, no coin, not even a note,
More time, could you please give me?

Sun sinks low, and I see you've brought friends,
Could I offer a trade of some sort?
The last light echoes, breaks, and it bends.
But you always ask for much more.

Impatience and persistence, you know all these things,
And you know the core of my heart
I try to wait til the wipperwill sings,
But the dawn seems oh so far.
ponny jo Nov 2013
Did you feel the willow blowing?
Self enraptured,  wind so flowing.

Did you watch the wipperwill,
Hunting for worms upon the hill?

Did you hear the whispers knowing,
How to be and willing showing.

Did you smell the winter chill?
Numbing like an oval pill.

Did you taste the salt soaked lips?
Caused by cracking bleeding rips.

Swallows dive low
Like soul from glass blows
Fettered selves know
And wishes, to stars go
It's pretty sad,
sometimes to grow
These times hope shows
But mind does not slow
And hope does not grow
But please try, to glow
Abode we don't know
Alone we all row
As we are stars of this show

— The End —