i swim in the green emerald, dark underworld of waves....flowers, dead faces i loved luking at....smiling still dead

herbs, long short thurbs, waltzed with their funny spines in this murky darks,
it was cool, upwards there was the yellow sun, gliming thru my waters,
i wanted to swim deeper, i swam, and the thrubs and their blue forests domained,
and as i swam thru i realised my home was further deeper in to these dark deep blue wavy woods..and as i swam i melted into this dark, by fractions;
i realised now was forever; and forever was now.....and as i melted i smiled in fractions, the blue waters were cool, dark and deep....

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mornings in a garden facing the mountains,
me, bees, n the flowers, the sun loving me in her warm mellow, golden glow
the breeze that passes over me n the garden alike like love and heody's me r whispers;
my hair soft, n ruffled, my eyes wide opened, my smile only a part of the sunshine;
as beautiful as my tear and the stars up in heaven,
nights, my soul rises to be with them, i fly between the stars thru the nite;
swim the depths of blue space, the wind s music, miss all those who missed me;
i fly and i know they r there n always were and sometimes i become contained in the fact that everybody's me; and i was but a fragment in a vase splitting, shattering into serenity, thru eternity...
my tears were crystals, and so everything's a poem, and everything splits always to be part of one poem...one poem of motion, of silence, of permanent movement thru ethreal equilibrium...
and so it was....when i was....

god bless our lil worlds,

god bless my lil world;

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From – Twenty Poems of Love

I can write the saddest lines tonight.Write for example: ‘The night is fracturedand they shiver, blue, those stars, in the distance’The night wind turns in the sky and sings.I can write the saddest lines tonight.

I loved her, sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like these I held her in my arms.

I kissed her greatly under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.

How could I not have loved her huge, still eyes.

I can write the saddest lines tonight.To think I don’t have her, to feel I have lost her.

Hear the vast night, vaster without her.Lines fall on the soul like dew on the grass.

What does it matter that I couldn’t keep her.

The night is fractured and she is not with me.

That is all. Someone sings far off.

Far off,my soul is not content to have lost her.As though to reach her, my sight looks for her.

My heart looks for her: she is not with meThe same night whitens, in the same branches.

We, from that time, we are not the same.

I don’t love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.

My voice tried to find the breeze to reach her.Another’s kisses on her, like my kisses.Her voice, her bright body, infinite eyes.I don’t love her, that’s certain, but perhaps I love her.Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long.

Since, on these nights, I held her in my arms,my soul is not content to have lost her.Though this is the last pain she will make me suffer,and these are the last lines I will write for her.

Pablo Neruda