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Behind Walls of Data

In the Last Green Hours

Crucible of Light

Dogs (A micropoem)

The Angels of Hawksbill Mountain

Beyond the Gates of Orion

Sanctuary Within

The Sacred Opulence of Abundant Joy

Sitting With Stars

Light of the Tempest


Follow the Birdsong

Celestial Rite

One More Moon Beside Me

Legacy of Ash

Born in a Field of Light

Resurrection in Albemarle County

Dialogue With Silence

Moving Past the Dream

Deadly and Merciful Blue

Sky Full of Legends

On the Border of Earth and Being

Who You Really Are

Council of Stars

Scattered As One

Unfinished Bridge To the Infinite

Scenes from Within

Moon of Secrets

Memories of the Kingdom

In the Church of Ordinary Miracles

Finding Religion in Sperryville

Theater of Shadow and Light

Sapphire Birth

Web of Infinity

Voices from a Choir of Stars

Traveler in the Unseen

Into the Silence

A Soft Ascent

Through a Sacred Forest

Innocent Questions

On the Bridge After a Storm

The Sound of Creation

Your Song in the Ivy

Universe Within

New Empire

Another Afterlife

Where the Wind Lives

Another Kind of Prayer

Indigo Fire

Last Inch of Flame

Blue Home

Sacred Crone

What the Deer Understands

Some Water Lilies I Used to Know

Gates of Orion

Requiem for Yesterday

In a Moment of Understanding

April Snow

Symphony in Sable

Justice Denied


Graduation Day

Fire from a Distant Life

Frozen Retreat

Welcome Jack

Remembering Spring

A River's Chant

Shadows of December

Please Live

Unholy Love

A Silent Knowing

Morning Candle

A Multitude of One

Love is Now

Follow the Birdsong 2


Night of the Broken Glass, Revisited

Someone Else's Paradise

Canvas of Gold (A Tribute to Poetry Sites)

On the Edge of a Dead World

A Very Late Apology

It Is You

When Two Hearts beat as One


His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us


Please Live

The years
so massive behind us,
a slow-moving glacier of
tears and schemes
and chatter,
its shadow dragging across
this flickering

I stare at the brittle trees
and remember the day
on the beach,
when you spoke of growing
old with me

and youth was encased
in clear arrogance:
prism of heartsong,

it shifts only slightly
and the colors are gone.

How did I forget this?
I even forgot
what you said exactly.
I only recall
that the waves were a part
of your voice.
They were spiral souls,
battered and dizzy and
screaming to our world,
the blood of our ancestors,
its innocent ribbon tied
around our feet.

I didn't know then that
this would all mean so much,
and that life was a primal,
fleeting shout,

tiny shard of madness
in a shattered and loving void,

and we were infinite
and beautiful before the war,
before our tour of
magnificence and terror.

We are born in
a symphony of light,
but we leave through
a hall of forgetting.

Don't forget.
Please remember another day.

And if love is every god
then every god rebukes your pain.

Now where is the one,
strangely silent,
the one behind the brass door,
counting our heartbeats,
waiting to reclaim our essence,

waiting in a
gallery of ancient souls?

Drown its calling,
like waves that scramble
our babbling fears.
Is this too much to ask,
or do you need to go?

You were a hero just
for showing up.

Just one more thing:
I love you.

Patricia Joan Jones

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