my poems from years ago containing words open book:
A runaway freight train on a desert isle,
No more smiles, just calm isolation with memories on file,
Watching the ocean waves breaking on the sandy beach,
Things you once wished for so out of reach,
The setting sun driving my most intimate thoughts,
A life spent within worry and wrought,
To find peace, to release my inner being to a trusting soul,
To mold, to have a role, to feel warmth rather than the cold,
By the burning fire with the tide now quickly begining to recede,
On my knees, wishing for peace, this all I plead, all my thirsting soul needs, an open book to read, a gentle soul who bleeds.....
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The radiant moonbeams reflect off her lovely smile,
The lady in red is no longer alone on her desert isle,
Left with an open window to her soul which rarely calls,
Shadows tiptoeing and dancing upon the walls,
Moonlight dancing within an Autumn night,
Two souls seeking peace and comforting light,
Imperfect rhymes within one moment of time,
For an instant the two become completely intertwined,
Open books which wound and sheer,
Hurt by other people who they once held dear,
The tempo of life moves to and fro,
Together their beating hearts feeling their blood pump quickly within an endless flow,
Throwing way their inhibitions without a trace, Lessening the distance between them as their minds begin to race,
Releasing the pain now through a sweet and longing embrace,
Dancing the night away hoping it will never end, Two hearts and souls who wish to give and bend,
The time now grows short, for tomorrow they know it is time to return to life's phony game of lies and pretend...
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