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Bygones

 

 

The ticking of the clock,

the whisper of the fire,

the sound of the rain

against my window pane,

a chair in which to rock,

such things are my desire,

then could I rest and

be at peace again.

 

The purring of my cat,

a friendly book to read,

just grant me these when

comes the grey November

and I will be thankful that

they fulfill my needs….

yet some things,

oh let me not remember.

 

Within You

 

 

 

I crawl into you, hide from un-restful

nights, darkened sunlight of days,

fearing shapes of memories

appearing in the maze

of my mind.

 

within you is solace, your

strength protects my soul,

I cannot be disturbed here

while demons all unfold in

darkness of sublime.

 

I crawl into you, safe in the warmth,

you smile and welcome me

with words of assuredly,

outside the forces scheme

to take what they may,

inside I dwell, unafraid,

in your purity.