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Always Something You

Posted in terzanelle by maggie on 2009/07/24
Always Something You

Though every morning brings me dream anew,
tomorrow I'll be just as ever yours.
My waking word is always something you.

Though parts of me may still look like they're hers,
most all of that belongs to yesterday.
Tomorrow I'll be just as ever yours.

So much is better left where last it lay -
How brief, the time of those in whom we trust!
Most all of that belongs to yesterday,

to nightmares simmered in decay and rust
where love once laughed and played without remorse.
How brief, the time of those in whom we trust!

Though I myself am nothing more, of course,
there's one place I will always call my home
where once love laughed and played without remorse.

I'm only by myself, I'm not alone -
your heart will always be what I call home.
Though every morning brings me dream anew,
my waking word is always something you.

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My Silence, Your Poetry

Posted in terzanelle by maggie on 2009/07/24
My Silence, Your Poetry

My words aren't worth the trouble to lampoon,
while yours I wouldn't dare - I cherish each.
I'm hoping we'll see yours again here soon.

The breaths I want are just beyond my reach.
It's best I just pretend they're never there,
while yours I wouldn't dare - I cherish each.

Just one more of your touches, goes my prayer.
My own are cold as ice and black as sin -
It's best I just pretend they're never there.

Our dreams create the worlds we're born within -
yours like fire and light and faith and love,
my own are cold as ice and black as sin.

Each moment changes on the edges our songs are made of,
my visions' meanings dipped in the darkest void,
yours like fire and light and faith and love.

It's poetry, what you compose from what I've destroyed.
My words aren't worth the trouble to lampoon,
my vision and meanings dipped in the darkest void.
I'm hoping we'll see yours again here soon.

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Your Silence, Your Word

Posted in terzanelle by maggie on 2009/07/23
Your Silence, Your Word

I love your silence; I revere your word.
Don't make me choose between.
Both are treasured; neither goes unheard.

It's not made by machine,
this dance between what's said and what is not -
don't make me choose between.

These sterile lines hold all the moves I've got.
It's not like that for you,
this dance between what's said and what is not -

you're magic through and through.
Can solitude its own companion find?
It's not like that for you -

the two are of one voice, one heart, one mind.
You're time, you're space, you're how
can solitude its own companion find.

Don't make me leave you now.
I love your silence; I revere your word,
your time, your space.  You're how
both are treasured.  Neither goes unheard.

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Not Good At This

Posted in terzanelle by maggie on 2009/07/15
Not Good At This

Alright, my room is empty, set to go,
no more than I can carry, keep the rest,
this might not mean goodbye, I'll let you know.

I posted what I could, you've seen the best,
but I've got some of yours to take along,
no more than I can carry, keep the rest.

Let's not do kisses, I'd just get it wrong,
I never had the time to do them well,
but I've got some of yours to take along.

I've made arrangements for my clientele
except for one I'm wishing I could keep,
I never had the time to do them well.

My promises are thin, my talk is cheap,
my dreams are headed somewhere out the door,
except for one I'm wishing I could keep.

It wasn't you.  It's me.  I can't do more.
Alright, my room is empty, set to go,
my dreams are headed somewhere out the door,
this might not mean goodbye, I'll let you know.

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