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Drystone Walls North country, dales, swales Clouded gray mantle covering the ancient sod Grit stone, millstone Cloisters and old souls Swallowed up in a culture lost in timeless time Still, sullen, the clouds hang somberly cloaking the day Oak, beech, sycamore swathing the rolling hills Down to the river, brown flowing in history Past farm, village and broken priory
Ruins, crosses and moss gnarled tombstones Yew trees tortured in their infinite ancestry Watchful, silent sentinels to timeless passage To the river and the limestone hills patterned in smoke gray crazy walls, dry stone Hewn and gathered in timeless time
August 10, 2000 Michael David Coffey
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About this There is a strident leap A jump into the abyss of life, of passion, of sultry exorcism When the path pursued, followed takes you once more to love But this time it is surreal, unreal, a dream dreamt in a star filled sky Here, suddenly, there's silence, seduction Hearts caught in a hungry chasm, plunging, spiraling like dancers in a void Caught in the dream and enraptured, captured Lustfully drinking the satisfaction, the nectar of a sullen rose Red, vivid red flashes catching our breath, our lust for engagement But why, why this collision? Why this attraction? This destiny of forces magnetized, like electrons in a blue pulsating star Why this, this bleeding passion this red hot cloud About this there is confusion! Can the path of destiny be chartered Are courses set in the stars And electrons thrown in the void Is love the unfathomable a plan? I cannot say! But about this, you and me There is no uncertainty For in colliding, we fell And in the void, the chasm We created our infinite electron cloud Hot, blue and infinitely red
October 23, 2000 Michael David Coffey
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