Jonathan Platt

Silk-thin silver strings woven cleverly into a lair,
An intricate entwining of divinest thread...
Like strands of magic worked upon the air,
The spider spins his enchanted web -
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I think of happiness as a pool of water,
And into it, I will plunge.
I think of happiness as a pool of water,
And me, I am the sponge.
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Dreams are fragmented memories
Twisted and tossed,
A mingling of scenes blasted
By Insanity's chaos,
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I remember my days of childhood,
When everything was brighter in life -
It was as if the world was covered in jewels
And sparkled with heavenly light.
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There is a moment when the sun descends the western stairs
And welcomes the coming dusk...
When the sky fashions a color
That beckons the painter's brush.
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Hope is the engine of the heart -
Faith is the fuel;
Love is the key that makes it start -
The driver is you.
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In the clear, crisp spring evening, golden bright,
I have seen a dream, and it has taken flight;
It did not glide or soar, but floated peacefully on the breeze,
Like an autumn leaf drifting upon a gentle rippling stream.
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The soul, like a fragile sphere of glass,
Holds the white radiance of heaven.
When the many trials of time are passed,
The soul bursts like an exploding star,
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(This one's for Kirsty Richards)

Here, in heaven's shadow,
Our days are numbered few;
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My eyes are drawn to that boundless expanse,
Where mystery and beauty and enchantment romance...
And each star spreading its elegant glow
'Til their sphere of light into eternity flows;
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From there to here, we have traveled unknowing,
Down from our Father's home.
Back to there, we pray we are going,
Hoping faith will carry us on.
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As the world revolves,
The hot day dissolves
While the sun rolls slowly into the west.
And now the moon slips in
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The Soul has a fire,
And it surpasses those of Hell;
And if our hearts desire,
These flames will never tire -
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