Anne

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There is a young girl

who stays with me

beneath the the trees

and trickling streams

~

She sees a star

and gives it a name

~

As though it were

the only light

to ever grace

the sky this night

~

I thank her for

her love of words

and they way they walk

along our tongue

~

Softly

 with such purpose

folding into prose

and poems about the sun

Down she goes

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Who are you really

in the surface of your mind?

For your depths remain a secret

sprinkled into the night

like fragments 

from another world

You have inherited time my friend

as tired stars do rest upon

your bed of endless woe

You wear the face of a fading comet

seeking out the villagers below

And like a magnet meeting the Earth’s core

your smile bleeds 

towards the black 

beneath the trees

Plummeting 

reaching desperately for the sun

Long gone it is

from your hands

and so far from a time

in which you called it friend 

 

Self-inflicted

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I wish you knew

not everyone is a thief

 

Your days are stolen by eyes

that cry out for acceptance

while walking past forests

without a glance to the left

 

You misread my calm

for carelessness

when the truth is

I could care less for thoughts

that aim to turn my vision red

 

For all I see are green trees

and each leaf

as it edges further

to the forest floor

 

Walk with me

in the darkest of woods

breathe the wet air

and throw your fair skin

into the muddy path beneath your feet

thrash around for a while

and let the thunder die