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  3797.     

The Time That Dwells With Love and Flows

The time that's dwelling with love and flows
Like a gentle stroke on to the feeling seem
As light comes with evening glows

With the darkish night nocturnal touch goes
A heart that's beating inside its own dream
The time that's dwelling with love and flows

In brightly play that in twinkling shows
Of last sky cloud of its shadowed regime
As light comes with evening glows

Their dreams in the afar to the night grows
That aspiring moments had in its stream
The time that's dwelling with love and flows

In every whisper that with breeze blows
And gives tomorrow new dawn's agleam
As light comes with evening glows

Each morning afresh that rises and slows
In the daybreak glowing of coming beam
The time that's dwelling with love and flows
As light comes with evening glows
 
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  3798.     

The Times are Coming and Showing

The times are coming and showing
The best is yet to come
We know and we are going
With this and that where it’s from
I never know where to turn
For everything goes and we yearn
Nothing stays for evermore
It’s gone just like it did before
Best times are living without
For all is just in and about

The times are coming and going
Their footsteps onward not knowing
The rough times and new
The many and the few
All the good that comes into mind
And nowhere else you can find
The roads that lead to nowhere
Something of both here and there
A one way that is never staying
Each street the hours are weighing

Tell me just what we might live
Nothing is there in the morning
All is to share and to give
If you have worked for you’re earning
The daydreams that nobody knows
The feelings and findings inside
What comes to be and goes
All the dreams that out there shall hide
Wrong or right nothing at all
This and that here big and small

Maybe tomorrow we'll find what's ok
Walking the streets and alleys
Something is here just for a day
Lost into air gone without a trace
How can I manage and leave
When there is living without
Times are so momentarily brief
Each in their ways and doubt

The times are coming and showing
The best is yet to come
We know and we are going
With this and that where it’s from
I never know where to turn
For everything goes and we yearn
Nothing stays for evermore
It’s gone just like it did before
Best times are living without
For all is just in and about
Yes all is just with and about

(This is from an unnamed musical in progress. The author does much music) .
 
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  3799.     

The Times Are Here For You and Me (from, MySpace)

The times are here for you and me
Both starless nights and days
The evening comes so carelessly
In glows of many tinctured ways
For what have driven us apart
With reasons in the morning light
May now become inside our heart
Of dreams together with the night

The whiles might be moonless glow
Or darker still in their somber vein
With every shadow dancing embryo
That to the dark more now shall gain
You may read a heart from deep inside
Of every near occasion and line
While moods of nocturnal outside glide
Before sunrise comes in to shine

When times are here for love to be
With every whisper of its breeze
You will come to know and come to see
Each their latent desiring lessees
Ambiance of understandings within
Like forces of the feelings vertex
In each cause of its occurrence spin
Making diffuseness before it will apex
 
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  3800.     

The Transparent Birth (From, Dried Flowers)

The transparent birth of the sweetest things,
That come and goes into the earthy arms;
What to an instantaneous moment brings,
All the perceptive signs and its charms.
The caught and the griping of the blue sky,
In an instant vanishes as it turns;
Open flowing of a dissolving high,
That in the morning with yellow fire burns.
Dawning that opens the beach and the sea,
And gives every wave its glistening pearls;
Diaphanous billows coming discovery,
Whenever a moment in splash-splash burls.
Among the clouds new opportunities,
Constant contrast between immunities.
 
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