Under the Arbour

Between this place of dreaming and awake,
betwixt what might have been and what will be
there lies a place where love need not forsake
the waves inherent knowledge of the sea.
In still warm sand, midnight sky above me,
clouds scutt like God’s own breath before the moon,
while spirit, free of form, wings outward toward thee
with clarity of sight, [...]

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There are no words to paint you my lost days
Or gild these sorrows shadowed in my eyes.
Beneath the moon, whose silver face betrays
The faintest faith, that daylight crucifies.
I hold it weak and mewling to my breast
While whispering the strength hope needs to hear.
Though spent, it will not die or take its rest
But suffers bygone days [...]

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There’s no one here to teach my soul to sing
or roll the days like honey on the tongue,
to lend their faith that winter leads to spring,
that ebon night relents where stars are flung.
There is no gentle hand to cool my brow
nor arms that draw me tight against the chest,
no whispered nothings sweet against the throat,
whose [...]

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Author’s Note~ If this is offensive or too riske please forgive..wasn’t sure~

On the shores of Lake Ontario
in the heart of Monroe County
lies the little town of Hamlin,
blessed with nature’s bounty.
Through its wooded hills,
along its sandy beaches,
ladies live who put the shame
to any Georgia peaches.
The girls all still complain
and think they aren’t pretty,
coveting the voguish style
of [...]

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