by R.W. Dean
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North winds from the lake
Bring Winter’s chill to her face,
And tears to her eyes,
But deep in her soul’s center,
The fire of love burns brightly.
Archive for October, 2005
North Winds
Sunday, October 23rd, 2005The Wind
Sunday, October 23rd, 2005by R.W. Dean
If I was the wind,
I would toss your hair aside,
And set your smile free.
A Child’s Kiss
Sunday, October 23rd, 2005by R.W. Dean
Savor the child’s kiss,
No other will be as true,
Or freely given.
Small Thoughts, Again
Sunday, October 23rd, 2005by R.W. Dean
Sometimes,
Small thoughts can fill
The large and daunting space,
Reserved for great ideas found
Missing.
This Feeling
Saturday, October 8th, 2005by R.W. Dean
It came upon me,
This feeling I have for you,
Like fog, on cats’ feet,
Like snow falling through dark trees
At twilight, in the forest.
It comes upon me
In the hours just before dawn,
This feeling of warmth,
That chases away the night,
Filling my day with your glow.
It came silently,
So quiet, I noticed not,
That it had filled me
With the joy of knowing you,
Though, in truth, I know little.
In the little moments,
That I keep just for my self,
I sit quietly,
Thinking of you, and the way
You bring this feeling of love.
Maid With Golden Hair
Thursday, October 6th, 2005by R.W. Dean
Night may have it’s beauty,
A Lady, dark and deep,
Whose very touch excites my soul,
And steals away my sleep.
Starlight dreams surround me,
While clouds dance with the moon,
And cricket swains sing to their loves,
Their chirping, cricket tune.
Still, to be quite honest,
Though Lady Night is fair,
I much prefer a morning girl,
A Maid with Golden Hair.
Sunny days have flowers,
And girls with sparkling eyes,
Whose laughter turns my sadness to,
The ev’ning’s fireflies.
Each day has it’s wonder,
Each hour, a tale to tell,
And ev’ry voice, a song to sing,
Each heart, it’s own bright bell.
Each day’s music thrills me,
But this I must declare,
I love the moment Morning brings,
My Maid with Golden Hair.