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amid the roar
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Hyacinth garden night is indifferent to its darkness
I write you
poems
that
smolder through
the night
enmesh in the intimacy
have a vision of humanity
they are all
they walk through spaces
trapped by their places
look at all of their faces
eyes who have witnessed
share
something
that won't
harm
I have
silence
without
pain
lushly
her rhythm pounds
from relinquished moments.
forever memory
is innocence draped in velvet
her eyes are powerless
to pursue loneliness
her browsing gaze
is intimate
with the nights gusty wind
She is giving
amid the roar
night within fused lights
white shapes against black dramas
encounter the most cherished of acts
perfectly made
use of red
deep
images
of valuable objects
all things lovely
and sacrificed
the beautiful secret of spirit
heart
in the maze
of human relations
beware
the light of the silent moon
spiritual decades evoke haunting moods
their security vanished
limitations starkly reveal
nothing guarantees happiness.
Dylan,
I truly thank you for your wonderful entry in my guestbook! It has made my evening, my brilliant friend. Yes, I say brilliant because I have been reading some of your pieces.... and I think you are an amazing writer. I am very impressed, in fact, relieved that someone out there can still effect and stump the reader. I'll be keeping my eye out for you, happy holidays to you too.
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.