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As love falls down from the sky,
It lands on the wings of a butterfly.
The butterfly sings it's songs and rhymes,
And flies through the air, No concept of time.
It is the messenger of patience and change,
From flower to flower,...
To my sanctuary I return—
A tranquil night.
I wash the city away
From the ebony of my skin
Under a soothing stream,
Warm as the sun
That I long to see
On such a lonesome night.
The plow has savaged this sweet field
Misshapen clods of earth kicked up
Rocks and twisted roots exposed to view
Last year’s growth demolished by the blade.
I have plowed my life this way
Turned over a whole...
Where whispers hum in soft delight,
Fine nights bloom, a tranquil sight,
Finding might in fleeting time,
A melody spun from careless chimes.
Coins of thought, like stars, align,
Casting dreams in a silver shine.
In every...
When the storm gathers
And the sun is hidden from view
With cold piercing winds –
And dark omnibus shadows:
Mothers rush to take the babes in
The chickens, the goat and all
Sensible creatures take cover
As the clouds...
Transmute; she said
Is when one thing becomes another,
A stranger to a friend
Or a man to a father
Evening to night and so on;
Hence, I understood,
That nature moves in gradual steps
And one thing becomes the...
Always, always, keep moving,
Even when the world stands still.
Keep moving, traffic only watches
Legends in motion, chasing the thrill.
Eyes may glare, voices may shout,
But forward is where the brave will go.
The parked...
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold...
On my travels up above,
I picked up a star,
Wrestled it from its place,
And dragged it down below.
It's one thing to watch stars above,
It's another to hold them in hand.
For they burn like Sulphur;
And are big like...
O build on the Rock, forever sure
The firm and the true foundation;
Its hope is the hope which shall
endure, the hope of our salvation.
Pity me not because the light of day
At close of day no longer walks the sky;
Pity me not for beauties passed away
From field and thicket as the year goes by;
Pity me not the waning of the moon,
Nor that the ebbing tide goes...
She's a beauty in a broken place,
Wearing strength behind her face.
Planned to leave, but stayed instead,
With battles fought inside her head.
Heart of glass, but still she stands,
With pearls and scars in both her...