Her Witchcraft

ll this artful energy is divine, and legend –
Never a watched moment lost in tenderness;
Never the ghostly whisper of your gentle kiss,
Always the sweet surrender of the damned!
Look! Our frail past eclipsed by time;
Our meanings shouldered far away…they grew
Under our heartache, pushed past their prime…
Inside, I knew, that fateful day, I knew
Something stupid was summoned which closed our eyes;
Eyes drawn by exhaustian at the dread end game,
Making no sense at the mountain growth of lies…
And in this, I carefully erased your sacred name:
You have drowned me in your crafted world of pagan joys!

by Barry Van Asten

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Good Morning Lovely

Good morning lovely
I hope that you’re well
I know you feel lonely
But when you smile I can’t tell

I know things look bad
But there is nothing to fear
Sorry that you feel mad
Babe, don’t worry I’m here

Come sit with me for awhile
I’ll make us some tea
We’ll talk and we’ll smile
As long as you’re beside me

We can waste the day
We can laugh and sing
We can work and play
We can do ’bout anything

But when the days done
And the songs end
It’ll be me who has won
To have had such a friend

by Michael Silver

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The Daily Pains Of A Love Lost

Your elemental soul, filled with a hot fire
My spiritual heart, filled with a burning desire

A desire to love, to love my one and only…..
One and only? To love so young is to be left lonely

Lonely, without love, yet I have a chance
A chance to seal this pact, seal it with one final dance

A dance? A dance with the devil shall give me life
A life so prosperous I shall end this strife

What is a strife to someone so early, so young?
The stressors of a fight so young may leave me by a rope, hung

To die so young, these are thoughts of an act so weak
I vow to never fall victim to an act so unique

These philisophical words, so verbose, shall be ended with a kiss
A kiss, a kiss from the lips I dearly miss

I end here with a memory of your sweet affection
An affection that has brought on this welcomed infection.

by J.T. Solomon

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The Dream

Love, if I weep it will not matter,
And if you laugh I shall not care;
Foolish am I to think about it,
But it is good to feel you there.

Love, in my sleep I dreamed of waking,—
White and awful the moonlight reached
Over the floor, and somewhere, somewhere,
There was a shutter loose,—it screeched!

Swung in the wind,—and no wind blowing!—
I was afraid, and turned to you,
Put out my hand to you for comfort,—
And you were gone! Cold, cold as dew,

Under my hand the moonlight lay!
Love, if you laugh I shall not care,
But if I weep it will not matter,—
Ah, it is good to feel you there!

by Edna St. Vincent Millay