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Lavee Nightswift, Clever Clan
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Date Posted: 01:10:35 11/24/05 Thu
Will always I travel
'Neath a star-ridden sky?
Will poems unravel
Ne'er again to ask why?
Will sunflowers blossom
On the side of a stream,
Unmoving, unspeaking,
Still lost in a dream?
Wil I go to the mountains
To see the sun rise,
And return just in time
To watch whilst the sun dies?
The light always lingers
On the face of the sea,
And lasts until dawning
For keen eyes to see.
And the light of the moon,
Still caught in the trees,
Shines o'er the wavelets,
And fore'er will be.
And will I go to the mountains
To see the sun rise,
And return just in time
To watch whilst the sun dies?
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Alders and willows that weep e'ermore,
Whether sunlight shines down, or the rain sadly pours.
Is it true that the cloudbanks stay all through the night,
And sit through a vigil 'til dawning's first light?
Cosmos and daisies and red roses fine,
Up in the Rockys the blue columbine,
Sweet bells of Ireland sweep o'er the hills,
Seep into crevices of rocks and of rills.
The leaves turning crimson, a sure sign of fall,
And ever-green ivy creeps up an old wall,
Gold petalled marigolds starting to fade,
"Goodbye now, goodbye now!" the marigolds bade.
Ribbons of twilight creep o'er the sky,
Hear on the wind the sea's sorrowful cry,
O'er the green wavetops blows a soft breeze.
You beat now, you sigh now, poor fly-away seas.
All colors of rainbow, deep purple and blue,
Sea green, and grass green, and emerald green, too.
Yellow and orange, scarlet and gold,
All colors at evening the heavens shall hold.
Now that the seasons have come to an end,
I await what appears at the next river bend,
And wilting leaves in winter's light cower.
They are waiting, like I, for midnight's next hour.
~Lavee Nightswift, Clever Clan~
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