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Winter’s Night

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Meet me by the wooden bridge
Meet me as twilight falls
Carry with you a single white rose
And I shall wear the colors of fall.

Meet me in my dreams
Meet me just past midnight
Carry with you a candle
And I shall wear a gown of white.

Let us escape to dreamland
Let us enjoy our enchantment
Let us embrace our fantasy
Let us partake in destiny.

Meet me by the wooden bridge
Just at the edge of the wood
Meet me just past twilight my love
Listen for the sound of my flute
Carry with you a single white rose
And I shall wear the colors of fall
Meet me on a winter’s night
And claim me as your own.

B.J.H.
02-16-2003

Snow Angel ( a bit of nonsense)

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I will make you an Angel in the snow
If you put a log on the fire
I promise not to put ice down your back
If you promise not to attack me
I will make you an Angel in the snow
If you put extra marshmallows in my cocoa
I will be your Angel in the snow
If you promise to warm me up afterwards.

B.J.H.
no,  this is not a great literary feat!

Dreaming Through November ~ Virgo’s Gaze

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Virgo’s Gaze

I am watching the sun set
Below November trees
So brilliant
They all but eclipse
The sun’s fiery decent.
I have been trying to craft
An ending to an
Uncooperative poem.
And even twilight’s show
Fails to inspire me.
With a frustrated sigh
I look up and find myself
Under the intense gaze
Of the Virgo sitting opposite me.
He tilts his head and says;
“You look fetching when
You are lost in thought”.
Maybe it was the timbre
Of his voice
Or the sunset reflected in
His eyes
But magickally
Inspiration found me
And I thanked him with
An unguarded smile,

B.J.H. November 2013
~~ Thank you M.J.G. for that compliment. ~~

Marisol, Chopin, & Bukowski

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Chopin came first,
His piano dark, moody
The “Poet” composer,
I slept to his notes.
Bukowski came later,
His words raw and real,
Poetry from the fringe,
Bukowski is inspired
by Alcohol and Chopin,
As am I.

B.J.H.
09-10-2013

November & Neptune

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There were no seashells to be found
Six days I had looked
Neptune must have been on another shore
I prepare to leave my ocean
I prepare to say goodbye
To the boy with the shadowed eyes
He plans to bring me back soon
But I missed a chance
To dream seashore dreams
To look at the stars
Reflected in my indigo ocean
I failed to capture a picture
Of our shadows in the sand
A feeling of dread comes over me
As sand is traded for pavement
In my heart I knew
I would not be back again

B.J.H. 06-21-2013
Based on events of November 2012 VA Beach