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 Jun 2015 Tim Emminger
niamh
Oceans unexplored
And planets undiscovered
Lie within her eyes
I get lost in my daughter's eyes on a daily basis
 Jun 2015 Tim Emminger
niamh
Sand
 Jun 2015 Tim Emminger
niamh
I am but a grain of sand
On an expanse of shore.
Insignificant
Infinitesimal
Inconsequential
Irrelevant

Bu­t if I were to leave
The whole shoreline would change.
Perhaps in no major way
No astounding way
No amazing way

But it would change
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and writing.
 Jun 2015 Tim Emminger
Day Wing
Written not only by the ink of pens, but also by the soul of  hearts
O wind she is far though
in thy blow whisper to her
to find me on the horizon's glow
read heart's script on the first star!

O wind when thou pass by her
ask if she sings the old song
its notes make her eyes blur
aching for the lover missed for long!

O wind when thou play on her hair
and she feels the touch of my hand
strum the tune softly in her ear
I'm pining in a faraway land!

O wind when her cheeks thou kiss
wet them with thirsty lips' touch
speak to her my only dying wish
to let her know I loved her very much!
 Apr 2015 Tim Emminger
oni
cacophony
 Apr 2015 Tim Emminger
oni
i am
one note
short
of a
chord,
but i am
still
music
 Apr 2015 Tim Emminger
Louise


Please don't wrap your words around her
direct them straight to her heart
point them in her direction
bounce them off each shining star

She'll beg you not to mention
words of longing or of lust
enticing her to look your way
words wrapped in cotton wool and trust

Never write words for a woman
as she'll take them to her soul
breathing them in like air
not noticing she's about to fall

Her heart is so very fragile
feelings, just ready to explode
fraying quickly around the edges
when she reads your first 'Hello'


Daniel Bedingfield inspired
 Apr 2015 Tim Emminger
Louise
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Walking into the night
she hoped to find her way
with the moon as her guide
her past, mere footsteps away

She held her head high
the unknown future in sight
moving towards the new day
while disappearing into the night

So small, in this big world,
a girl,  with room to grow
turning footsteps into strides
within her eyes, a new glow

pieces of her she'll leave behind
never again to look back
Looking to a future she was meant for
she vanishes into the night so black

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