A Handful of Words - C.E. Vance (best business books of all time .TXT) 📗

In the dazzling shimmers from magical dust,
journey begins on silvery wings of light
Conjuring four winds to the palms of her hands,
in showering cascade - the maiden takes flight

Across the sky - trailing wisps like sheerest veil,
donned in kind, with sequins made from winter's shine
Past reaches of earth, into celestial night,
vision ascends by awing-wonder's design

With stars twinkling in eyes, and red lips of rose,
whims of fanciful fair so merrily strewn
A kiss to share upon fleeting whoosh of breath,
blown heartened glow as witnessed on cratered moon

Come dawn 'till shadows -  looming in late of eve,
flourishing meadows served by enchantment's air
From over the realm, filled with mystical dreams,
blossoms soon to follow with Fae's heedful care

Capturing rainbows, to brighten flower's hues,
greener shades for grasses, waving in the sun
on the will of a whisper - summoned to touch,
thoughts of Eden transcends - and her work is done

In the dazzling shimmers,
the journey begins
Conjuring four winds,
the maiden brings her light

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On words of love - embraced so tight,
surrenders each heart - being swept away
Enrichments to rise - blossoming with time,
flowers to grow - becoming life's bouquet

Gather one's fortunes - bundled with hope,
given to forever - where dreams reside
Sharing of whispers - across endless smiles,
all to the other - no moments denied

Bestowed on a promise - to always be near,
beneath its caress - with softest of touch
Therein lies solace - shades the tranquil veil,
forward eyes to Heaven - offerings are such

Honored by blessings - gifted days through nights,
found beauty is seen - as paradise will tell
Pairing of souls - thankful for the times,
'till spirits into winds - bids final farewell

Always to love you - without hint of a doubt,
the life inside me - bequeathed to your heart
Somewhere past hereafter - perhaps once again,
holding my flower's hand - another dream to start

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In the shuffle of yellowed pages,
a treasured keep from another time.
Withered by course of summoned years,
remnants to succumb with the slightest touch.

Into stilled air rises muskiness from old,
to linger in the pause of discovery's wake.
Due care be given to fragile between bind,
lest all be scattered in the exhale of a breath.

Blanched crimson awash on a brittle crown,
majestic petals crushed in the presses' hold.
A garden's splendor passes to ashen gray,
shorn stem lays broken with its leafings to dust.

A story for a rose inside an open book,
beyond words dwell a memory of an age.
Placed in stay with its secrets still untold,
perhaps a loving tender whispered tale.

Flower freshly bloomed passed into one's hand,
a token for wishful dreams or something more.
Blossom tended in décor's vase till its final hours,
then gently laid within the passages of new home.

Lost to the years between the pages of a book,
found in the chapter of loving you all the while.
End of story written in penciled broken heart,
"I've lost you forever" -  brings tears into my eyes.

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To the folds of your pillow,
forlorn whispers - imparting night,
casting shadows from the deep,
lost souls haunting evening's quiet.

Voices erupting in lonely self,
with usher to darkness of own,
all passing through ebon skies,
sum of bleakness never known.

Dwindled hope in sorrow's reign,
the will of dismal holding fast,
lends no answers to questions why,
moment's reprieve is all that's asked.

Enshrouded within depression's depths,
tightly bound by its lengthy sighs,
follow the tears pursued by turmoil,
then pitch drapes across the eyes.

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To the folds of your pillow,
darkest whispers - bringing night,
with wakened shadows - denying sleep,
a weary soul haunts evening's quiet.

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From depths in the hollow during dreary of night,
in boding shadows, eyes peer through darkness.
Hidden by loom, crouching voices in the willows,
a steadfast chirp spurs mind to reaches’ edge.

As whooshing winds carry eve’s eerie thrust,
near rustled leaves lend hiss to haunting chorus.
Inside oneself form images of evil being born;
try as might will, clutch of fear grants no pass.

Silhouettes in moonlight swaying to forlorn song,
presenting view to demise conjured by their dance
Venom from serpent to poison all with its touch,
creeping comes vile behind shades without doubt.

Asleep on midnight’s ebon pitch, creatures in the wait;
fall of day forever finds them in their waking rise.
Beneath the willows, seeming voice calls your name;
eyes that look upon you follow with their gaze.

Nearing to the firelight for quell of coursing shudders,
embers fed by flicker are doused within the chill.
Sudden stir of sultry air sends terror across your face;
breath of hell behind you seeks a mortal’s fate.

Summoned from depths, heard voices come stalking;
shadows unseen, tasting your last breath of life.
In surrounding song the night’s chirping swells,
screams fading in distance beneath the willow’s loom.

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In the billow lies a city of dreams -
surrounded by blue crystal skies.
In misted guise an image streams -
Camelot forms before widened eyes.

Kingdom looms inside swirling walls -
castle seen upon a rolling cloud.
Shifting scene houses Arthur's halls -
somewhere within a conjurer in shroud.

Eyes of Merlin into the crystal globe,
chanted whisper for a spell to bring.
By will of wizard in a silken robe,
treasure filled palace for the king.

Atop grassy knoll the children gaze,
lost in the surge of a placid show.
Forever the wondrous sequence plays,
in billow of clouds comes dreams in tow.

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Morning so bright,
beneath it was born a shining light
Playtime came,
ring around the roses in a game

Silken hair,
shimmered in sun and danced on air
Laughter’s treat,
the sound of joy always so sweet

Lost in pretend,
time for ventures with an unseen friend
Moments beheld,
life’s whimsy and magic never quelled

Arising moon,
the end of day coming too soon
Body grew frail,
heart full of life began to fail

Hands in prayer,
off to sleep with loving care
Succumbed to shades,
mother’s whispers slowly fade

Ends the gray,
past the clouds and far away
Voices in song,
a choir of angels carry you along

Passing into dreams

is all the  journey seems

Forever a smile,
graced by Heaven all the while

Shining eyes,
through