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Date Posted: 09:08:38 12/10/03 Wed
Author: AAAGGGSSS
Author Host/IP: dialup-67.75.116.172.Dial1.Stamford1.Level3.net / 67.75.116.172
Subject: To Rise In Mornings

You eyes are gentle pikes
they run along streams
not in sight
in gravels deep
or blight
beneath cools and
heat;
of ordinary days

They speak of experiences - those
splashes, tell
of ones willingness -
hell; come to
think, and I always there
cross-examine, ponder
and render the very
harshest verdict:

this I tell

Smooth oceans do exist
the fairest border
where music heard
in risings
gladly appreciated by
deepest faintest stars
that only look
would absolutely explode
had they heard the finest timber
of the tune

be it played;
those subtle jingles

You wore lace
all dressed in flowers;
grace, that held
meaningful sheen
in real tender -

those moments of holding

With mirrors flashing
to not see too much
of inners core
roots
that would devise such pathways
unto this
shore;
where all the pebbles
clean washed
scrubbed
reexamined;
so many times over

O' slide those tender bluest water
to seep
just inside
slide
in fragrances hidden
to meandering mortals
who walk about
not knowing
the rain has hidden inside her
a bouquet of mirrors

like flocks
of highest flying birds
that scrape skies
make it bleed;
the seed
of her growth
that flies too
like chambers open

a sea beneath
that greatly shutters and
quakes so easily
at the knowing
that great awakenings fly
to this
and other lands

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Re: To Rise In Mornings -- Ashley Owen Smith, 10:29:43 12/10/03 Wed
- Re: To Rise In Mornings -- AAAGGGSSS, 16:08:25 12/10/03 Wed