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The Town of Me
My days have been
the passing of dreams,
not quite real clouds
built of smoke and dust,
marking each pained
but gritty footstep
with rasping laughter
to steal away
the life-blood of
this aging ghost town,
while colourless
thoughts raised without form
walk through my halls,
echos of silence.
Copyright © Clayton Clifford Bye 2009
Loss
A crystal passage from here to there
but no light with which to see.
\"So what?\" He asks with bitterness,
that door is closed to me.
Copyright © Clayton Clifford Bye 2009
Headpins
at contiguous depths
send blue lightning
across clouded voids
and are caught
by red-laced fingers
to recreate
the perfect sound
of a drop of water
splashing on skin.
Copyright © Clayton Clifford Bye 2008
Hole In The Clouds
Radiant beams,
a hole in the clouds,
gossamer strands
speak out loud.
Warmed heart,
a child\'s eyes aglow:
soul is livened,
I drive slow.
Copyright © Clayton Clifford Bye 2009
To read more of my poetry, you may purchase the 70 page eBook entitled What I Found In The Dark
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