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Susan K. Rowse

Me With Me on This Gazebo

Living life as a stranger...or living out a strangers life
Forcing fact to dive in danger giving into mundane strife
Looking into starry skies...moon curtained...chilled so so
Sitting stoically...knees knuckled...on a lone gazebo
Yesterdays anguish with magic years...colors change from many fears
Forgotten rules seamed with tears...nobody loving like you here
Where to turn in case of fright... holding on to empty nights
Case in point...scarred hearts...echoed hums that come up short
Don't be afraid I will be there I'll lace your fingers into a pair
I'll blindside all the open seams and let the sun into beam
What does it matter if shadows call when hearts are weary...after all
Or that winter rest in everything and dreams follow into the spring
What does it take to love just right and tickle fancy through the night
The thoughts that echo happenstance when distant voices bid...to dance
When love has a face new to change...a visual of a soulful gain
A spirit set to multiply the thoughts and deeds that do comply
To spirit from a sheltered side of ethics, passion, love and pride
When two who seek a familiar basic...that of pure and raw in tastes
Look into me...just me for me and not the selfish whim to be
I am a person deep and true...to life, justice and thoughts that flew
One night back, just yesterday when debts to hearts owned up and paid
With happy sides that shook the door and cracked the seam so passion flows
Never sealed from broken spirit...made only stronger...more intense
Leaving a soul not short or hollow...echoing love...easier to swallow
Dancing with dreams...flirting the cosmos...me with me on this gazebo