A journey between languages

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Another day has come,
sweet music on remote control.
Sunlight infiltrating
between two buildings.
Sobbing to the sound
of a jade mandolin.
Saddened by the view,
I dreamed you awake.
A sky draped over your body,
and souls that never grow old.
I wait and long for you. 

Train of thought

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Some play,
deep in the sadness of a vale.
And nod by the fire.
Their acts of prowess
twisted and unsophisticated.
Maybe, half a moment
is all I have.
The whir of I should be.
But that is enough,
to move beyond the
familiar dust of autumn.
And find the jubilance of that
sweet impossible blossom.
 
 

My city of ruins

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Those who have been close.
Enough to feel
hot blood flowing.
And life on mid-levels.
Now see the spring
slush melt away.
And dim light, discard
the sweets of time.
Yet, I persist…..a thirst
and boundless desire.
That revolves around you,
one that belongs to me.

Room for change

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I reach into the palm
of your soul, and
smile at the caress.
An emotional dignity
between us.
The language of darkness,
now interpreted and
saved by a watchful hound.
Hardened by passions,
and the freedom to escape.