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REALITY WALKING AT NIGHT

Your face, hazel eyes, A timeless explosion of ripening warmth
funny nose, freckles,
A rich expression and response
Red hair like ---- Fire
Love is fire. A mingling of silent colors, deepest blue
Oh how I loved ---- Love
Our laughter, our sighs And smoothest green and black

your sadness, your cares The finest musi,[, ecstatic strains
Who cares? ---- 1.
Kneeling,standing, walking,

together
Together ---- Apart
Why did we part?
Part ---- Part of Ii fe.

Bonnie Bennett

Sparkling stars, the universe ours.

Fresh grassy smells, soft and rnorst

Purest wind that floats away unhappy thoughts

LOV E IS FORBIDDEN Lofty dreams revol ving in the balmy air

Love is forbidden Contentment
And though my longing is
The wistfulness of a pale white heron Peace •
Flying alone,
I must not tast e, Dark majesty devoid of care

Judy Jones

Love is adventure,

But though my passion cries

To be a flame licking at the night
Like a rebel star,
I must not burn.

Love is to folIo w, of cascades
And though my yeaming.i s,

The silence of virgin snow dreaming
Plunging to sea,
I must not melt.

Safe is prop riety
Where they would cradle me,

But I would answer the voice of my longing
To slip from the grasp of tradition--

to laugh and be free with him as
swallows flitting in sunlight;

to whisper a tunel ess song to his touch
as a leaf to the wind;

to besh ap ed to his will as wine, when
poured, clings to the curve of its
goblet;

to sleep in deep grass ...
But:

Here is propriety's strong hand to hold
Me from my freedom;
I must not love .

. Sherriel Mattingly
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