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Sarah's Poems
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<<The Land of the
Dripping Wine>>
~Dedicated
to
the City of Napa California
The
foots meet the hands of the forest
Among a splash of tinted air
By the drips of the wine
And the layers of the sunlight.
As a small hand pull my toes,
My heart sparkled
By the memory of the past
Where the boys playing
Underneath the drifting wind
Among the falling white petals.
Was it the castle
With the arts of the King
And the invitations of love?
Am I lost
Among the wild dry land
In the shades of the floating sunshine?
Or I have heard that
My home is where lovers rest
With the sinking cloud.
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<<Time>>
Spring's blossom, autumn's moon.
Will these ever end?
Much has past,
Nothing remained.
How much do we know about time?
The most mysterious thing?
Yet Time is the silliest game.
No one ever escaped its chasing.
May Love be the constant thing
With a color
That is yet to be seen,
And a sound
That is yet to be heard,
Until Time is gone
And Time ceases existing.
<<Soul Mates>>
You told me
We are soul mates
In the wind.
I have yet seen your face,
Except your gentle grace
Still dearly felt
In my shallow being.
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<<The Soul Mate
"Within">>
The face I see
Is not human.
But sort of ethereal
Like an angel.
But not an angel.
Perhaps it is a face
That has not been created
By God.
Such depth of beauty,
Could not be contained.
Such radiance of warmth,
Could not be measured.
I have been fooled...
How would I know
This most courageous thing
And this most loving being
Has always been
The Soul Mate within?
(Dedicated to everyone of us, the Soul Mate
"Within".)
<<Carolyn>>
As you lie sleeping
My haunting beauty
Already your heart stops beating
The world is still running.
Time has no mercy
It waits for no one
My dear darling
However, my funny
thing,
You find a way
To be living.
Was that you
Who eased my troubled mind,
By telling me many secret things
In those moonless evenings?
You told me
You had lived a life
That felt like a dream,
A dream where it is everything
That everyone ever dreamed of.
But Love was lost,
And lives mean nothing.
Glamour and fame
Were the only games.
(Dedicated to Carolyn Bessette, JFK jr.'s wife. Died from a plane crash in 1999.)
<<Grandpa's maid>>
Everything is past and gone,
At that fatal evening
You ended your life
With the bitterest thing.
Shall anything forgiven?
Shall your love succeed
In your foolish way?
Or I am the foolish one
Who could never answer
The question of your love?
But missing you
Is the only thing I know
For now
Is death the answer
To Love?
Or Love is a question
Without an answer?
Perhaps you already figure it out.
(Dedicated to my Grandpa's maid who had
served my Grandpa for many years. She committed suicide early this
year after her husband was killed.)
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Sarah's Writings:
A Few Words
Poem: The Song of
Freedom
I died on the October
27th of 2006
Sarah's Poems
A Love Story
Healed
Presence
Million Dollar Baby
Love Makes Me Exist
Violence
Movies
A
Breath of Paradise
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