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Ever since I was thirteen
I have watched for you.
I know, I have always known
No mortal man could ever do or give
...

Rest easy my darling
Though first snows are falling
They’re early this year, yes I know
Come back to your pillow
...

It is hard to write a love poem
When you’re not in love.
I long to sing of flowers of fire
And burning stars above.
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Ah, Johannes
Do you not see me?

I dance for you -
...

There is always a circle of golden around her
In the depth of the winter, a midsummer glow
Her presence illumines the terrible blackness
Of midnight despair and lessens the woe.
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Will there be heroes
When dawn breaks tomorrow?
Will there be heroes
When the sun comes again?
...

He looked into my eyes, the only part of me visible
Beneath the heavy weight of veils and jewels
I knew He was the only one who saw me tremble
Both with fear and with happiness
...

I thought that I was casual
And could give my kisses free -
That I could take him to my bed
As the shoreline takes the sea.
...

Northwest mist hides soft fir tree horizon.
We drive around curves through cold violet gray.
The day never really changes;
A full day of morning.
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Some say that childhood is golden,
As it well may be
But I have seen the gold well hidden
And racked by infant pain unbidden
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Shakespeare, for the season, is over,
And so my own reason for being
Here, where I cannot be sure I belong
Except for the time I was needed.
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You wrote your own blues, Billie
Don’t need no one to tell you, lady
Don’t need no one to show you, lady
Don’t need no one to say it for you
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I have sailed far on a bright wishing star
To search for the brave and the true
I’ve questioned the wise in mystical guise
The directions they gave me were few
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Sleep takes us all, night after night
Some to rest and some to woe,
Until the sleep that ends in light
And takes us far from all we know.
...

I want to learn, in time, to walk on water.
My faith, constantly being put to the test
Fails me most often, tossed on the waves
Of our reasonable and unholy age.
...

Once, upon a high and windy place,
Above a sweet, secluded rocky cove
I waited, looking out across the sea
While day gave way to summer’s evening glow.
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The ebb and flow of love
Is the tide of life.
Our meeting in love
Was the crashing
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If you thought me beautiful
I would be
The bright sun playing
In a cherry tree.
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This peace is a remembrance
For future times when I myself
Am torn in two -
When the spirit of another invades my soul
...

Red - and blue
And oh so true
Hot - jazz - flash
And gold-toned sax
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The Best Poem Of Christine Natale

Incubus

Ever since I was thirteen
I have watched for you.
I know, I have always known
No mortal man could ever do or give
Me what I have always wanted.

Sighing in the pale moon’s light,
My white nightgown fluttering
In the breeze,
By the open window waiting,
Waiting.

I called to you, across the night,
The stars whispered my longing
To each other -
You heard, you knew,
You always knew,
And were just waiting for me
To be ready;

Waiting until my desire had grown
Large enough to receive
Your power and your glory.
Then, one night, by the open window,
Among the trees you came -

Dark and shining with the glow
Of the love of hell
You came to me
And held me in your arms.
In a silence born of joy
And not of fear,
I received your will and surrendered
My own.

The seasons come and go -
You come with the fallen leaves
And silent snow.
You come in the spring
With a crown of flowers
That burn like none
From a simple garden.

You come in midsummer
And dance me into darkness
And overcome me
Again and again.

And though much time has passed
And to the world
I am growing old -
At midnight
Time unties itself
And I stand, clear and radiant
With no beauty lost.

And when my time has come,
To leave a world
I have long been weary of
And sick unto death of
Its stale smell and pale face,
I will fly into your arms
For a final time;
And you will carry me joyfully,
Ever young and burning,
Small and silent in my
White nightgown, down
To the gates of hell.

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