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Where I Still Find You
I miss you in the quiet hours, when the world has gone to sleep, when memories slip through my fingers and settle somewhere deep. I still find you in little things— in songs we used to hear, in the warmth of an empty chair, in every voice I wish was near. I loved you in the crowded days, I love you in the blue, and somehow every road I take still leads me back to you. If distance had a language, I think it would say your name. If missing you were a fire, I'd burn inside the flame. Maybe love doesn't disappear when someone walks away. Maybe it simply learns to live in the places where they stay. So if you ever wonder whether I still think of you— look up at the evening sky; I'm probably looking there too.
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Classic
The Book of Martyrs
Read, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid; How many times they bore The faithful witness, Till we are helped, As if a kingdom cared! Read then of faith That shone above the fagot; Clear strains of hymn The river could not drown; Brave names of men And celestial women, Passed out of record Into renown!
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Earlier this week
Classic
Christmas Day
A baby is a harmless thing And wins our hearts with one accord, And Flower of Babies was their King, Jesus Christ our Lord: Lily of lilies He Upon His Mother’s knee; Rose of roses, soon to be Crowned with thorns on leafless tree. A lamb is innocent and mild And merry on the soft green sod; And Jesus Christ, the Undefiled, Is the Lamb of God: Only spotless He Upon His Mother’s knee; White and ruddy, soon to be Sacrificed for you and me. Nay, lamb is not so sweet a word, Nor lily half so pure a name; Another name our hearts hath stirred, Kindling them to flame: “Jesus” certainly Is music and melody: Heart with heart in harmony Carol we and worship we.
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Where the Moon Remembers
I left my dreams beneath the tree, where silver shadows crossed the ground, and whispered all the things to me that no one else had ever found. The moon was hanging low that night, a quiet lantern in the blue, and every star became a light that somehow led me back to you. I walked along the empty road, with yesterday beneath my feet, carrying every hidden word I was too afraid to speak. Then morning slowly touched the sky, and painted gold across the gray. I watched the darkness fade and die, but somehow wished that it could stay. Because some nights are meant to remain, like little scars we never hide— and some memories bloom after rain, still glowing softly from inside.
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The Moon That Stayed
Above the sleeping rooftops, the moon climbed through the blue, carrying a silver lantern for the hearts that wandered too. Beneath an old and quiet tree, I watched her cross the sky, while every little star around her looked like a whispered sigh. She painted roads with moonlight, across the empty ground, turning every lonely shadow into something safe and sound. I told her all my secrets, the ones I couldn't say, and she listened without speaking, then slowly drifted away. But when the morning found me, her light was almost gone— still, somewhere past the fading dark, I knew she'd carry on. And when the night returned again, she rose above my door, as if to say, I'm still here, just like I'd hoped before.
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Classic
Noctambule
Zut! it's two o'clock. See! the lights are jumping. Finish up your bock, Time we all were humping. Waiters stack the chairs, Pile them on the tables; Let us to our lairs Underneath the gables. Up the old Boul' Mich' Climb with steps erratic. Steady . . . how I wish I was in my attic! Full am I with cheer; In my heart the joy stirs; Couldn't be the beer, Must have been the oysters. In obscene array Garbage cans spill over; How I wish that they Smelled as sweet as clover! Charing women wait; Cafes drop their shutters; Rats perambulate Up and down the gutters. Down the darkened street Market carts are creeping; Horse with wary feet, Red-faced driver sleeping. Loads of vivid greens, Carrots, leeks, potatoes, Cabbages and beans, Turnips and tomatoes. Pair of dapper chaps, Cigarettes and sashes, Stare at me, perhaps Desperate Apachès. "Needn't bother me, Jolly well you know it; Parceque je suis Quartier Latin poète. "Give you villanelles, Madrigals and lyrics; Ballades and rondels, Odes and panegyrics. Poet pinched and poor, Pricked by cold and hunger; Trouble's troubadour, Misery's balladmonger." Think how queer it is! Every move I'm making, Cosmic gravity's Center I am shaking; Oh, how droll to feel (As I now am feeling), Even as I reel, All the world is reeling. Reeling too the stars, Neptune and Uranus, Jupiter and Mars, Mercury and Venus; Suns and moons with me, As I'm homeward straying, All in sympathy Swaying, swaying, swaying. Lord! I've got a head. Well, it's not surprising. I must gain my bed Ere the sun be rising; When the merry lark In the sky is soaring, I'll refuse to hark, I'll be snoring, snoring. Strike a sulphur match . . . Ha! at last my garret. Fumble at the latch, Close the door and bar it. Bed, you graciously Wait, despite my scorning . . . So, bibaciously Mad old world, good morning.
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The Moon That Stayed
Above the sleeping rooftops, the moon climbed through the blue, carrying a silver lantern for the hearts that wandered too. Beneath an old and quiet tree, I watched her cross the sky, while every little star around her looked like a whispered sigh. She painted roads with moonlight, across the empty ground, turning every lonely shadow into something safe and sound. I told her all my secrets, the ones I couldn't say, and she listened without speaking, then slowly drifted away. But when the morning found me, her light was almost gone— still, somewhere past the fading dark, I knew she'd carry on. And when the night returned again, she rose above my door, as if to say, I'm still here, just like I'd hoped before.
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Last week
opposites
two rooms, four people divided into two. separated all together. I,standing out like a moth surrounded by butterflies quiet as a mouse beside loud monkeys a whole year ahead of me. will I become one of them? will they come towards me? for I am so different. I will wait, I will wait on the right date.
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