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Oh Beloved Daydreams 

Oh beloved daydreams 

reside in dreamy skies.

Sparkling they’re inspiring,

filling our hearts with light.

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Oh beloved daydreams 

colouring clouds with scope.

Skittering in rainbows,

their myriads of hope.

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Oh beloved daydreams 

skedaddle merrily.

Flying in creation

arousing reveries.

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Oh beloved daydreams 

in our minds we’re always free,

to express our whimsies.

Elope in fantasies.
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©Jacqui Slade

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When No One Is Looking 

When no one is looking the

shadows come to life. Wispy

souls cavorting in moonlight.

Cadaverous dancers sway

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under the incandescent 

shine, of heavens ignited

by stars. The skeletal walk

in twilight. Free spirits of

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the night, tripping through space and 

time. Apparitions sing a

melancholic dirge of grave

wistful sighs. Wishing they could 

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recapitulate life and 

the rapid cadence of mortal

hearts. The ethereal dreams

of long forgotten souls.

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©Jacqui Slade

Iris

Lashes fall from heavens,

tears cascading from skies.

Cloudy brows of sorrow,

are overcasting eyes.

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Oculus of torment,

reflect a soul that’s lost.

Radiating mizzle,

raining their faith is quashed.

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Iris lives in rainbows,

catching teardrops in light.

Lining mists with silver,

making the darkness bright.

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Weary hearts enlightened,

so retinas can shine.

Iris is a goddess,

her colours are divine.

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©Jacqui Slade

Oh Velvet Starry Night

Oh velvet starry night

custodian of dreams,

glittering with hope and

enlightening lunar beams.

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Chaperoning the souls 

lost in the inky skies,

Illuminating shadows

the cosmos harmonised

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shimmering in silence.

Your aura is a light,

it’s moonstruck with wishes

when skies are ebonised.

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Spirits gaze with wonder 

in twilight reverie.

Captives of the moonlights 

spellbound serenity.

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©Jacqui Slade

Autumnal Blues

I watch you changing colours

in a metamorphic change.

Were once warm and familiar.

now you’re colder and estranged
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from happiness decaying,

slowly withering inside.

Skeletal your brittle soul

in autumnal blues abides.
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Scattered your hues resplendent

dance, blown in seasonal brood.

Gloriously you perish

until Spring picks up your mood.
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As life forever alters,

the dark hours appear so long.

Nature is a magician

in its rebirth you’ll be strong.

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©Jacqui Slade

Putrid

Putrid

I don’t want your love

something is amiss,

your heart is made of stone

I don’t want your kiss.

I don’t need your words

sharpened in their charms

Never will I find

comfort in your arms.

I don’t need your soul

breathing down on me,

putrid eyes of hate

all I ever see.

I don’t want to give

your abuse my head,

truthfully I cry

inside I am dead.

©Jacqui Slade

The Night Is Getting Darker 

The night is getting darker 

the street lights are coming on,

another day is leaving

and our energy has gone.

The night is getting darker

the stars will twinkle and shine,

in natural light above us

in our birth they are defined.

The night is getting darker

our astrologies are born,

they’re cast among the shadows

and the coming of the dawn.

The night is getting darker

and our heart felt dreams released

by flutterings of eyelids

as our starlight gives us peace.

©Jacqui Slade