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Colors

Colors of the rainbow, a sky of blue and gold
Memories of love words, dreams were born of old,
Meadows in the morning, green and lush as spring,
Youth in all its beauty, the suns that laughter brings.

Colors of the rainbow reflected in your face
Fragile wings on fairy backs, lots of virgin lace.
Meadows in the noontime, all turned brown with heat,
Rustling with the breezes through a patch of yellow wheat.

Colors of the rainbow start slipping through my head,
Staring at the starlight, wanting suns instead.
Mysteries in the twilight that shine and dim for you,
Life with all its wonders, a sky of gold and blue.

 

Echoes

In the velvet dusk of twilight
A planet in the sky,
I heard your gentle laughter
Before you called goodbye.

In the blueness of the twilight
The moon shines up above
Hark - whisperings of yesterday - 
Of half-forgotten love.

 

High on Words

After our long conversations
our theories
and our arguments
concerning war and 
science and emotions
and reality
after all the hours 
spent in endless talk
Your words and mine
blending together
touching    floating
in the air
Do you suppose
anyone else knows
how often we have
made love with our words?

 

| poetry 1 | poetry 2 | poetry 3 |

| poetry 4 | poetry 5 | poetry 6 |

| poetry 7 | poetry 8 | poetry 9 |

| poetry 10 | poetry 11 | poetry 12 |

| poetry 13 | poetry 14 |

 

 

 

 

 

contents copyright 2002 Trish S.