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by C. P. Stewart
I Will Always Remember
the smell of you -
like morning dew
on a green apple.
Sixteen years old
and a new-made thing.
I closed my eyes
to breathe you in,
but you were gone...
like morning dew
from a green apple. Read "A cup of Fine Tea: C.P. Stewart's "I Will Always Remember"" here. The Adulterer
Yes, yes, yes,
the pale moon pressed,
as I crouched beneath your window
weighing gravel in my fist.
The hills stood silent as I rose,
and in all those stars not one word was written.
Exordium – IV Isi
Welcome to The Storm
Grab yourself a Coat of Stars
Welcome to the Story so Far
Welcome to the Foothills of The White Desire
Welcome to The Mystery
Welcome to The Woods
Welcome to These Hearts of Oak
Welcome to The Corridors in The Blood
Welcome to The Histories of Sleep
To The Mist and The Myth and The Sleepers in The Deep
Welcome to That Kiss at The Brink of The World
Welcome to The Worm with The Rose in his Teeth
Welcome to The Gypsy's flashing heel
Welcome to The Sweep of God
Welcome to The Purple Hills and The Valleys of Gold
Welcome to The Wheat in Flood
Welcome to The Harvest of The Souls
Welcome to The Smoke down in The Raspberry Grove
Let me see you to The Corner by The Broken Gate
Welcome to The Front
Welcome to This Foreign Field
Welcome to The Naked Deal
Stick by my sleeve
Welcome to The Dreams of Kings and The Wayside Dust
Welcome to The Joker in The Corn
O, I wish you Every Wonder under The Spilling Apron of The Sky
Welcome to The Privilege of Form
Welcome to The Gravity of Grace
Welcome to this Anvil of The Pure
Welcome to The Majesty of Eagles
and The Uncast Shadow of The Cross
Welcome to The Hush at Sparrowcount
Welcome to this Hallowing of Earth
Welcome to this Feast of Clowns
Welcome to The Waste and Glory and The Raging Beauty of it All
Grab yourself a Flagon of Tears |