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Tuesday, March 05, 2002 I used to write poetry all the time. These days I've modified slightly and the medium of choice is song lyrics; however, last weekend I typed up a batch of old poems that had been sitting around and I just discovered a file of poems on the computer that I'd forgotten about. So for the next couple of days (more or less, depending on how inspired I feel), Randomness is going to have a little poetry fest from my archives. Enjoy! Burswood A gentle, quiet music flows through the room As hands caress emotion from ivory keys Stirring longings in my waiting heart And as a muted melancholy settles in the song Thus the saddened mood settles in my being For everywhere I walk through foreign, unfamiliar scenery Yet subtle hints of you continue to appear Bidding treasured memories of mine come forth And images materialize like wisps of clouds or dreams Reminding when no reminder is needed The great extents to which I miss you For in every moment your presence I long for With a strength I could have never anticipated And when at last our lengthy separation is over I want to run into your waiting arms. Murder Dreams are more precious than gold, More fragile than glass, More cherished than life. To destroy a dream Is to commit murder. Put away your knife. wishful thinking to close my eyes and appear in your arms to open my eyes and gaze into yours ^ Top | 6:47 PM | | | 
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