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so, can i liken thee to one so fair

who wields what bow for sport

whose image as from marble carved

seems in its perfect beauty, live


so live in me with thine words

as only thou can whisper

or set my heart with fiercest blaze

with thine enchanter’s eyes.


(Untitled poem)



ever so gently

no other words

have crept upon me

unknowing as now,


i have been caught up

in warm embrace

that fills me

and waiting

i lie


by the assurance

of your memory

lingering within me

i feel

as though i now

have reached

a harbor

one peaceful cove

in starlit sea

guarded by moon

and trees

weathering all storms

i rest

at peace with earth

no troubles

bother me

i long for

a chance

that i might return

in full measure running over,