23 Saturday Feb 2019
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Ethereal tears
Weep softly for the broken
Comfort saddened hearts
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10 Saturday Nov 2018
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She walks like a feather
Afloat through the trees
Mesmerized by the light
She approaches with ease
Unaware of what’s hidden
Still she cannot resist
With soft, silent footsteps
She is lost to the mist
Hears it beckon to her
Child, be not afraid
And she glides ever closer
Through the dark forest glade
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10 Friday Aug 2018
Posted in Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry
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She carries a heart, laden with woe
Across poppy fields, her burdens, in tow
Flanked by spirits, who shine in the night
Casting an ethereal, celestial light
She quickly turns away, head tucked in her hood
Fearing the demons have found her, for good
But these unworldly creatures, are merely her guides
To the realm where they dwell, on the heavenly side
And deep in her soul, she believes it’s elsewhere
Then she realizes, now, she’s her own cross to bear
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13 Friday Jul 2018
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Rest easy now, my dear friend
Let the angels be your wings
To carry you, safely home
Where the carolers do sing
Songs, to lift your heavy heart
So you know you’re not alone
Music, the heavens will impart
Hear the gentle trumpets blown
Rest easy now, my dear friend
Far away from the world at war
For God has lifted you up to Him
Your burdens are no more
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09 Monday Jul 2018
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She plays the sweetest melody
A violin, tucked under her chin
The sounds that make the angels sing
As on her fiddle, she would begin
A sadness, on her face, appears
Her eyes closed, as she’s recalling
The one who sat upon this chair
A child’s tears, would soon be falling
From this daughter, who loved her deeply
Though, no longer could she hear her play
Except through her very own fingers
Grandma said mommy wanted it this way
And so she plays, for her mother
A woman, she can no longer see
Until her time, on this earth, is done
When they’ll play, together again, for eternity
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