voice
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Voice of the Nightingale
She whispered in your ear, Of such fantastical things, Keeping all her promises, The nightingale who sings. In chorus with imagination,And the rhythms of your heart –Singing is a delicate skill –But voice her choice of art. Pinball wizards, descending clouds,Her joyful alchemy,And all the lovers listening,To these lost symphonies – Now you are her…
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Mirror of Dreams
Hyacinths are blue for a bright chanteuse,Silent white in a crowd of colours,Holding a bouquet of crow black dreams,Waiting for an emerald tip in a ruby slip,To bury these ragtime riches deep. Through the darkest mirrors and with love, I’m a whole reflection smiling at a moment,Chasing a velveteen rabbit across the sky, Falling stars…
A Fantazien Window 