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A Pearled Quest

Poetry By: Ken Simm


Submitted:Aug 8, 2008    Reads: 131    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   

Here me now see me how? I am as cold as the wind clouds inside this clear glass skin.

The weavers of dreams complete of this night time and ask

that you to move on and ride on

into a heathland of light and silver masque

dancing in melody that sigh around a starlight bough

Stepping in moonlight shoaled in hope and fast

calming the conquered eye

from your wishes that at a glance lie surpassed

on your secret silvered mount

embarking a pearled quest quietly grasped

in cantered music this rhythm of secret wrong

up and down to the old one's song

in beds that last lost in the ages of sweetly smelling and secret heart song

Their cries as night birds silvered and frosted

the faces as moon in wax and concern

for you and your lover captured, silent, return


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