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After a while

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After A While

After a while you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
and company doesn’t always mean security.

And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
and presents aren’t promises.
You begin to accept your defeats with your head up
and your eyes ahead with the grace of an adult,
not the grief of a child.

And you learn to build your roads on today,
because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
and futures have ways of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much,
so you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure,
you really are strong
and you really do have worth.

And you learn …
And you learn …
With every goodbye, you learn …

A midnight dance

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A Midnight Dance

Clothed in only the skin I was born with
My soul soars freely in the light of the moon
I leave behind the darkness of my earthly trials
Knowing I will return to them all too soon

I leave behind the bondage of possibility
Allow myself to wallow in my own desire
I clear my mind of other people’s perceptions
Fanning my freedom like the flames of a fire

I search for harmony, for peaceful co-existence
For insight and understanding of the fruit I bore
Naked only in the corners of my heart and mind
Free from the chains of vulnerability that I once wore

No longer do I wear my heart upon my sleeve for display
Nor do I wait for others to confirm what I should feel
Letting my soul wander freely in the light of the moon
Exploring all the many emotions that are so real

A lovely lady

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A Lovely Lady

He found his special lady
The mirror of his heart
Now he shares a dance with her
His story with her starts

Her silhouette so gentle
Within his eyes he sees
Just what the world can offer
With love that sets you free

To dance when there’s no music
To hum when there’s no song
Within his heart he gathers
The love that lasts so long

For she now writes his music
The words are in her heart
That gives their love great meaning
Their dance in stories starts.

A Friend

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A FRIEND

A woman of talent, a woman of thought,
A woman of charm and good taste,
Independent and private.
Observant and quiet,
A woman of natural grace.

A woman of truth; a woman of honor,
Firm in her beliefs and convictions,
Courageous and brave.
Though sometimes afraid,
Seeks no favors nor dispensations.

A woman of subtle humor and wit,
Is pleased to hear words of good cheer,
Approves of gentle jesting.
Finds debasement distressing,
In such case, just turns a deaf ear.

A woman of kindness, a woman of care,
Whose heart is as big as outdoors,
Can love with a passion.
Can bleed with compassion,
Shows respect and love for what’s yours.

A friend I trust and entrust with my soul,
A friend of no age and no race,
As I am, she accepts me.
Seeks no cause to reject me,
A friend, I’ve been given by grace.