The final sunlight

of another day
remember those
who ran away
I weep when Lyon
kiss the night
but know that things
will be alright
you broke my soul
and chained to bed
I know a rose
whose thorns will shed
When she wanders
out of sight
may all her days
be heaven bright
I think of things
that we could do
the things we didn't
me and you
but in my mind
we ride the Rhone
where I lean to kiss
a black haired raven
The Jewel of Sorbonne
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The ghost who wander ENS
to sister Sibyl shall confess
I came to mend
a yearning heart
as love entwined
would stop and start
deep in dungeons
of Descartes
the actors rise
to robe their part
Nine of angels

heaven name
while Merlin Monods
play their game
where you hurt
I must attest
to soothe this burning
with healing caress
when mirrors two
reflect the same
the sweetest lips
I ever knew
unlock with keys
to pass your test
a day will come
when you'll say
yes
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Creol funeral song
I wish that you were here with me
listening to my poetry
if you only gave one chance
Nine my love this true romance
whose nectar nurture honey bee
the black haired raven heavenly
instead I suffer lone in dark
burned by widows avening mark
my pleads and offers to Rhonian seas
would hope to keep my vestals appeased
the halls of Bedlam echoes deep
as creol mourners weep and weep
I know those hymns of ancients slaves
who sleep beneath the cotton graves
but when I look outside this glass
my heart is filled with joy and hope
the maidens test I soon shall pass
two eternal Elysium fields elope
here is paradise where stotting gazelles
proclaim their coming with sounding bells
in grass as fathers play with newborn
I offer laurels which kings have worn
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Rest your mind at Vinatier and feel the spirit floweR

Undone by timeless darkness, my spell will see you thrU
Dreams we had and hours gone as fingers in the sanD
You live but once in promised land, the root and truth beguiles the blind where those who seek will
look and find a graal of force when Tiber flows as yesterdaY
Eden whispers aching heart the lyric life in lovE
Large and lone as wide perraries where full moon wolves yelL
Savour lips of roses dew, fragile and brittle through purple looking glasS
Above the roads of highs and lows I only think of ElsA
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Candid as voltarian muse I call the well of musiC
Home may be the hearts abode but watcH
Reversing fortune, for some have won when others lost, death is a bereaveR
I know the smile of great mystique as shadows in Da VincI
Still in mind the leaves may blow gone with windS
To lands of no tomorrow, am I now not but a norn or like Delphi the AcrosT
Ic servant, serving sI
Ns through yet unborn, telepathically we smite your lovers demoN
Exorcised by Odins blow, take this orb of Mars carved in mountains from gastronomic
Michelangelo as decreed in laws by Roman SenatE
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Vaea is my vital willa without whom the mind would starV
All the time since yesterday when she told me of honeybaked SibyllA
Endless loving moon and stars, it's for girls like her men go to wars, will she ever know and seE
As I pray to heavens one day she'll be with me. I dream of her amazing youth and voice to dew the
dry SA
Hara, I wonder if she thinks of us and everything we could do H
Ere together for one moment at Le VinatierE
Reliving future ghastly memories with doctors knocking down the spiritual dimension dooR
I'm scared my love please hold me near and whisper in my ear of TahI
Ti, ocean mist around a world I wish we could escape hand in hand and run and run unT
Il we fall down on sunkissed shores of paradisical TahitI
Eternity calls from wuthering moors as twins of night and day embracE
Right in time when blue pearl jewels turn pages in books for generations to remembeR
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Vectors of strange concoction brew within alchemical vIals where chestnut birds bring bosoms and bums of peace from ARks of Noah. It was ages since ponytail romance, the auburn feminine filia
Grown out of Appalachias freeroaming hooves, she's SIlver and gold, my emerald crayon that draws the bow of
Nike, her beauty and sensible warmth makes me long for
Infinite starnight with skies of milky Nazca, Virginie is
Eldorado, streets of gold and I am the priest whose heart she stole
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