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Boatman looks at sky

dimmed by thick blanket of clouds

his heart longs for home.
I had loved you
When bright beating sun
Had cast its bold pain
As if veins of blood
Could have been golden rain
I had loved you
As I counted away
The years
In Christmases
And times
I had to walk
Our paths alone
Sent sudden shudders
Down my spine
As if you had been here
all along.
And I had loved you
When I had those vivid days -
And now, in my not so vivid days,
Velvet blindness by the sun
In my blur of beige and blue and bland,
I love you still.
keen hearing and sight
beat wings sixty times second
can't smell, hummingbirds
Try falling in love
at least three times
today.

It can be with
anything!

Simply fall
into the beingness
that swells at the heart
when love, like a lullaby
hushes the mind,
tamed with a gentle whip
made of light.

Watch,
as the monster sleeps
and the master awakens.
Why is poetry dying
when we still have the gift?
If we still have water
then we still have a ship.
We can sail to the places
these words take us.
We are still shaken
by the words that make us.
Why should we let poetry die
when there is so much to explore?
If only people read it
and discovered more.
Before you judge
Another's heart
Examine your own
Inside and out.
What you criticize
In another
Is what yours
Is all about.
women don't know how to love
and neither do men
it's a mean world
it's a cold one
full of children
who've got the bends,
coming up too fast
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