Helen Crutchett

They are the weavers of daydreams
The gypsies of your enquiring mind
Leading you on paths to worlds unknown
Sending your thoughts to heavenly heights
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I chanced upon you one fateful day
bathed in your glory for the whole world to see.
The plunder all around you left you unfazed.
As thunderous sounds of trees falling down
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You could show me the rivers of paradise,
it would be nothing if your love ceased to flow.
The shade of the palm trees would not ease
the burning of my soul, if you went from my life.
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Storm clouds gathering
shivering
I close the window
feeling the chill
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Through the dark night of the soul
With no treasure maps to guide me
No helpful signs along the way
No hiding from that bird of gloom
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you stepped out of my dream
into my September morn
dappled sunlight caressing
Autumn leaves bright and
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It must have been moonglow
intoxication that entered
my being one night,
a night when I thought
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The fire burns with white hot fury
streets run with rivers of blood
The doves of peace can find no resting place
In this tormented world as the wolves of war
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Take wing with me... soar o'er trees
To faerie realm's distant dreams
Mirror moonbeams flirted
Dainty butterflies skirted
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Will you waltz with me in the moist midnight air...
Take my hand to the passionate strains of violins
In our newly discovered rose gardens of
secret delights
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When day has taken to her bed
‘neath the comforting blanket of night's
warm coverlet
mysterious moon lights her lamp
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I, too, am a player in this strange play of life
On a stage too big for my comfort.
A sea of faces making up the audience.
Some have left their mark as they played their
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Tread Softly thy spirits of the night
Her sleeping doth still the blinking stars
On blushed cheeks falls a lock of ebony hair
Crescent moonlight drifting on alabaster
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When I was a child the raw,
earthy decadent smell of carnival,
flashing mirrors and bright lights
frightened me.
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My heart will go on beating
When sweet blossoms bloom until
Butterflies announce in flight
renewal is only fleeting.
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Night drips inky blackness
around a crescent moon,
as silent clouds delicately
float soft silver beams.
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Night-time adorns our hearts with wings daring us to fly.
Restless spirits wrapping cobweb threads of
endearing sonnets capturing words of soothing
soliloquy beyond the sound of silence.
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Come, sit with the beloved in the gardens of tranquillity
where nature's essence flows like the ancient Nile
swirling with the twirling dervishes as drums beat spiritual oneness until you hear only the pounding of your heart
life's energy is the timeless dance of ecstasy beyond human understanding whereby you have reached the joy and the mystery of enlightenment.
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I am the weaver of your dreams
the gypsy in your soul seeking
revolutionary paths
I am the gentle breeze beneath your wings
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A creative urge adds brilliance to my canvas
new brushes sweeping sweet abandon
Paint thick from nature's nuances
ready for a renaissance charcoal sketches
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