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This is where the ghost
took my soul while I dreamt of you
in a long lovers kiss, but then,
you never where a ghost, just a dream,
and that hurts most of all.

light
gradient light
seeping from the
radiant rise
of sky

slowly expanding
filling gaps
and spaces

drunk
it embarks
for day

opens

hoards its
strength

Heartache in a sunrise
yet the night is over
dusky meditations
waking up.

The sunrise sparks a brand new day
and leads us from the darcest night
the phantom dream will drift away
and with the dawn we'll find our sight.

We'll see the truth in what can be
a love He sent to set us free
so with the rays of freedom's shine
we'll know we're loved by one divine.

Beautiful, sunrise. My favorite time of the day.

Sunrise
another morning another day
another chance to get led astray
No stars or moon to light the way
only blinding light to obscure the view
of what is important to me and you
All that shines is not good
all that floats is not wood
My dear Dandylion
each new sunrise let me know you are mine
the only good thing I can find
in the glare of another dark day

courage has to be blind
lights come up beautiful;
the horizon
like a friend calls our name
forgetting just how far it seems to stay
when going the distance,
and how i felt last time i tried,
and died.

But never give up we must
for with that dawn a new path waits
that leads us to a change of fate
where dreams we'll find and love will shine
and tears no more we'll cry.

A Mom, in russet mantle clad,
Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hood!
Fie Fie! upon it I sayeth and then like
Bellerophon was steering trusty
Pegasus up towards the Golden Dawn,
out for a cruise among the cirrus,
seducer, joker, murder was
Bellerophon, liked to flirt
with the King's wife
(even back in dose Attic days
da gals luved wise guys especially one'
who had a big white stallion with wings),
and he gave his ride a kick
(not known if the mutha-phuckers
had spurs then)
and piloted his steed to a castle;
King Schlmiel was like at the
de rigeur battlefield with his
bloody helmet on, waxing hubris-like,
so our guy Bellerophon, after finding
some shade and water and chow
for the Pegasus-machine
did woo her, waylay her booty
and she, some Queen Panochocrus or
something glancing out her castle
caught site of the Pegasus and
indeed, well, she asked Bellerophon
what he might think of little
menage a trois with the Mr. Peg
and horrified at such depravity
he wasted the bitch
and her guards, robbed the joint
and flew back off into
the wild blue yonder
on his holy winged horse

Menage a trois

I will not do

For a scene such as this

Is meant for two

Two lovers

Perfectly entwined

Just me

And only you