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Presumptuous Love

“You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”
― Dr. Seuss

“Presumptuous Love”

Love is unexpected;
Advances suddenly and undetected.
Remains throughout the coldest frost;
Sometimes forgotten, but never lost.
The flower that smiles in the rain,
The sun that seeks to rise again,
The answer for every question thought,
The happiness that could not be bought.
The peace of honest reverie,
Eternity, in your loved one’s memory.

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Shorelines

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Gulls do swim throughout the sky
As sailing boats have learned to fly.
Shells are speckled memories
Which dot the seaweed-laden quarries.
What is seaweed- but mermaid hair?
Left behind from when they were there
To bind seeking hearts forever to this place,
To pull them in with wantonly grace,
To secure their darkened spirits to this land,
To leave them shackled in the sand,
With silence and smiling lack of reprimand.

The Sad Unicorn’s Regret

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The starry stars grew teary-eyed,
And windy Wind withheld a whorling air.
Sleeping songbirds simultaneously sighed
When they saw the unicorn there.

Was but a sweetened moment
Before the fog-fested, forgotten lake
When the unicorn did repent
Of her dreadful and daring mistake.

“I do so love him very much,”
She spake into the timeless pond.
With her porcelain rapier did she touch
The subtle wave, a blue-toned vagabond.

Inside the glass, she saw his face,
And her heart began to longingly leap,
But he could never endeavor to this place,
Save only in his slumbering sleep.

A New Year

Goodbye Year.
The Time has passed.
I will not miss the dips in the waves
Or my laughing mirror,
Or my haunting past,
Or my memory’s departed graves.

Hello Year.
It was a dream.
I awoke and now I see the light
And my future here,
And my self-esteem,
And the roses that fully bloom white.

Unicorn Princess (Chapter 1)

     White is the color of the flowers that bloom among the the edges of the garden paths. They all pretend to be smaller replicas of the full moon that reflects from the surface of the pond. This pond lies at the center of my garden. It’s glass-like sheen is buttoned up with rows of ever-blooming lily pads that the fireflies use to waltz upon through the waxing nights. Everything is perfect here. I know the exact time in the evening that the crickets sing and crescendo their hearts until the morning fog gently kisses this world of mine. The dawn blushes in each, new, perfect way, as though she never expected to be wakened once more by a diminishing night. I somehow have imagined to myself that each time the dawn rises, the night is slipping away. He waves softly to her just as she breaks, and his last memories slip beyond her view. She chases after him age after age, never attaining him but always in the same, repetitive circle because she is too blind to be anything other than what she thinks herself capable of being.

Am I like the dawn?

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White Whispers

Sometimes words are like rain
And wash everything away
Like memories and pain
And every cloud-filled day.

Sometimes words are like snow
That bury you in frozen ground.
White whispers haunt you where you go
But you never utter a sound.

Crumpled Hearts

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Leaves that fall are crumpled hearts,
They sail down the river tide.
And that is how the leaf departs-
All floating hearts that died.

You picked mine up and looked to see
It soaked and bleeding wet.
Then back you set it upon the tree
And softly whispered, “Not yet.”

<<Poetry by ZeldaTetraSheik>>