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Best Poems From
CHRISTOPHER THOR BRITT
(31 July,1971)
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Before The Sun Goes Down
A day of angry words and pain ends as it began with
Little thought for what lay in between
The fading light of memory burns away in heavens flames
As the sun races 'yond to dream unseen.
I turn a cheek to the golden farewell and slowly make my way
To a place of little comfort e'er to find
To tarry long upon this road would find me all alone
To hurry on may leave my heart behind.
In silence, I surrender to the emptiness inside
Struggles lost and won come back around
Peace. Is it had, or made, or something in between?
It must be found before the sun goes down.
Christopher Thor Britt
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By Your Side
Late morning rays feel their way up the bedroom wall
A reminder that the day had just begun
Cool sheets hug your contour and on me also fall
As I, first to wake, do loathe the sun.
Still, I lay there awed by your face in morning light
Your look of sweet repose calls out to me
A sigh escapes your parted lips in memory of the night
With a playful smile, brief though it may be.
When at last my love, your eyes they opened wide
Into my own they found me deep in wonder
From dream to waking dream there I lay still by your side
And from your side I nevermore will wander.
Christopher Thor Britt
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Daffodil Dreams
Living rays of sunshine in fragrant blossom hide their countenance from
The silver face of the moon riding high outside her window
From twilight 'til dawn they in patience 'bide the night while
Keeping silent vigil o'er the lone sleeper that lay before them.
A smile appears as she dreams of open air in the spring, running thru
The bright summer gardens and dancing with the memories of autumn.
Now, as the winter winds howl outside her window, she dreams of
Warm kisses and a man with daffodils in his outstretched hand.
Christopher Thor Britt
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Denial
Oh subtle time, deceitful foe
How dare you twist your promise
Forgetful bliss, my intended fate
Should numb this heart remiss
Oh errant path, my feet have found
That bid my thoughts to follow
Where folly leads, sure wisdom flees
Though in sweet memories wallow
Oh spike this heart, myself deny
And passion fore'er abstain
So love may deem me blameless
Eer blameless to remain
Christopher Thor Britt
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