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Words I mouth
Words I mouth,
along lines of gold.
Blooming rose
gathers dew of song.
Harp strings pluck
moist tones
fading dark shades
of my soul.
Eastern drums pound
emotions flowing
dreams through red waters
of my body.
Celtic horns sound
green twisting winds,
magical mist
melts scars of the heart.
Words I mouth,
inside no sound.
Lyrics sung within,
beating flesh hall.
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Journey of Romance
Young mind glows
a velvet sky with
passing clouds of fushia --
adolescent romance of an
untouched heart swelled with
tones of boyish dreams,
wishes to an orchid of lilacs,
conversing with mirrors of the soul.
"Why does love bleed
promises of fantasia?"
A boy grown, old-fashioned.
A man unsown, truly cautioned.
Tiny shards of cold stone
ripped through trust and devotion,
spinning inside love's core,
rotting old dreams, waving good-bye.
Gentle hands of passing time, heal
torn bits of heart,
grinded powder passion,
blown through windy memories.
Sewn hopes cross over,
holding heart's hand,
finding beautiful brown eyes
along this journey of romance.
© Copyright 2000 Kenneth Jp Drysdale