Texas Rose

In a pastoral field

Help me choose

‘Tween what’s fake and what’s real

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Guiding Wind

Or perhaps it is Light

I can’t tell

‘Tween the wrong and the right

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Sun kissed days

Bleed into strokes of pink

Slow on down

And take the time to think

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We can run free

Like the horses in dreams

One thing is sure

It ain’t bad like it seems

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So I say this

And my words are meant true

It’s not how tough

Rather it’s what you do

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Take my hand

And never let it go

There is much

For this world to still show

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You and I

And hazy seas of lore

Unending

This is what it is for

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Texas Rose

In a harsh land yet free

I love you

And your strength plain to see

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A whisper in the ear

Gooses the flesh

It says, “want me”

But I already do

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In the midst of a windstorm

On a carousel with an older kid pushing

Faster and faster as glee becomes terror

Yet never felt so alive

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A haze hovers over

And the locusts are on their way

What will be left for us

When the sun sleeps in

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A touch of skin on skin

Blood mixes with electricity

Time stands still

But the heart speeds up

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And in the forever-ever

Where everything smells of lavender

We sit and wait to learn

What’s next for us all

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Peering through the warped lens of water

Is it the rain?

Or am I just sad?

Clarity is all but lost

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If the sun were to black out

Who would resuscitate life?

And what would become of those left behind?

There is a pain in my eye

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An explosion of color too intense for words

But why do I fight this?

Why does it all feel so wrong?

Death is inevitable but needs not be imminent

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The future is there for us in the present

Why do we yearn for the past?

And why do we act surprised?

The end of the rope is fraying

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My weary legs

Stumble

My weary soul

Crumbles

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My exhausted arma

Fold yp

Exhausted brain

Holds up

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My weary legs

Stand tall

My weary soul

Plans all

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Deliver me

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The shot, it doesn’t look bad

But the unseen is far worse

Festering — infecting nearby tissue

As the sweating begins

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The wound is twofold

With unkempt track in between

Total treatment is necessary

As the shakes set in

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Soon, the pain grows numb

And speech is rapidly declining

Failure to act in time

Has left me on the doorstep

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Snow doesn’t fall so much as float

Working its way down from the heavens

Like little specks of purity

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The world goes still as it ponders what’s next

The blanket of a new dawn

And the hope that comes with rebirth

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The soft crunch beneath our feet

Like a sigh of compliance

Because we are so desperate to leave our mark

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Snowfall continues its mission

To hide our sins beneath its cool embrace

And force us to pause and take stock

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