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Photo by Holly Northrop:"Polaroid:#257"
The Poetry Of...
Nathan A. Baker.......................................................
Fireflies
Dancing with the Atlantic's breeze
Evading the wind's of darkness
We desperately tried to capture
The essence of our burning
Like fireflies we lit up the summer nights
Floating beneath silver stars and pine boughs
Yellow-green with the life of Carolina
Flickering was the light of our youth
And warm were those summer evenings
Warm as the touch of love's first caress
More tender than the breath of twilight
Twisting now in memory to loosen
The lid of youth's jarred captivity
Freeing fireflies long bound
Love's Castles
Where do those feelings go?
When the years
Wear down with erosive force
Love's layered walls
When first the warmth of passion
Releases its embrace and desire
Carries away fulfillment's longing.
Hugs and soft kisses soon follow suit
Chased by endearing phrases
Consumed like the last glimmer of day
Leaving spellbound frogs
To dream of magic kisses,
Lilly pad enchantments,
And buttress-walled castles of love
Her Brown Eyes
He could never get anything
By her brown eyes; no trick
Or treat worth keeping crept
Past her sharp owl-brown eyes,
Reddish-brown like the wing
Feathers of a Barred Owl, soft
And sensuous in round- curving,
Intelligent her wise brown eyes
Seeing through the darkness
Of him: seeing sure the rodent
Scurry in the pale blueness his
Soul reflected back to her heart.
In the coolness of her brown pools
He could never swim too deeply.
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