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I don't know what I'll find, if I start digging inside my own mind
gems or rubble
or simply broken glass
wilted flowers or a meadow of blooms & grass

marbles of all sorts
hidden away;
cat's eyes, clays, perlies or glimmers
would you be tempted to come in and play


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nighttime sounds: an owl in a tree,
wind rustling the remaining leaves
gnarly branches,
black against the moon

the sweetest dreams,
taking residence in my heart

you & I
an impossible possibility
the sheets will not reveal my secrets

In silence

never would there evermore
a song upon a breeze
for music has forsaken us
went lost among the trees

now darkness has surrounded us
and vanquished all the light
in silence now we just await
the visitor in the night