Cloaked between book jackets and covers, words sleep. Slumbering stories wait. Authors stolen by death long ago, live again under the caress of the readers eye.
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Copyright © 2017 Zachary W. Gilbert
Cloaked between book jackets and covers, words sleep. Slumbering stories wait. Authors stolen by death long ago, live again under the caress of the readers eye.
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Copyright © 2017 Zachary W. Gilbert
Problems of the day
transform into wisps of light
dreams dissolve in the night
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Logic is lost, in the swirl of night dreams. Silent moments when the brain heals, dancing carelessly in gray shadows. Hours pass. Warm yellow sunlight spills through the frosty cold glass of a bedroom window. Exceptional tales of the night are lost in waking moments.
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Copyright © 2017 Zachary W. Gilbert
Pine overcoat, stained with tears
Death stole you from me.
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Your words will soon dry.
Dusty Earth drinks, last wet breath.
Tears carry last, “love you.”
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Part of me, with you.
My loss, indeed. Heart’s pieces gone.
Love, now has a limp.
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Copyright © 2017 Zachary W. Gilbert
A dark voice rumbles in my head, yelling, “you will fail!” Another whispers, “keep going.” I pause for a moment and ponder, “whom shall I deny?”
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Copyright © 2017 Zachary W. Gilbert
Long brown hair finds gray,
She is beautiful in fall.
Older, I still love her.
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Cold mountain rain, kisses.
The peaks wear a foggy crown.
Stories live, in the mist.
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Brown dog at my feet.
Tales swim sluggish in my head.
Paper, sips up my story.
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Copyright © 2017 Zachary W. Gilbert