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Stars All Seem To Weep -- Beth Orton

(Poem #207)Stars All Seem To Weep
 Stayed true to the things I knew when I was younger
 And food and love was all but left to hunger.
 'Cause when I stray from my truth as I grow older
 Too much leaves an empty hollow hunger.
 
 I think about you on a moonlit night
 And the stars all seem to weep.
 When there's so much to lose
 There's never any time for sleep.
 
 Look at me doing all these things without you.
 We always left a new world untrue.
 Where was it we tried hard not to go to?
 I think that's how I finally came through.
 
 All the things we took for granted
 The words still live on in my head
 All the times I took for granted
 All the words I never said.
 
 I think about you in the moonlit night,
 And the stars all seem to weep.
 When there's so much love to give,
 There's never any time for sleep, yeah.
 
 So I stayed true to the things I knew when I was younger
 And human life was all but left to hunger,
 'Cause when I stray from the truth as I grow older
 Too much leaves an empty hollow hunger.
 Too much leaves an empty hollow hunger.
 
 Living without you
 Living without you.
 Living without you, oh.
-- Beth Orton

The Perfect Day -- Alice N. Persons

(Poem #206)The Perfect Day
 You wake with
 no aches
 in the arms
 of your beloved
 to the smell of fresh coffee
 you eat a giant breakfast
 with no thought
 of carbs
 there is time to read
 with a purring cat on your lap
 later you walk by the ocean
 with your dog
 on this cut crystal day
 your favorite music and the sun
 fill the house
 a short delicious nap
 under a fleece throw
 comes later
 and the phone doesn't ring
 at dusk you roast a chicken,
 bake bread, make an exquisite
 chocolate cake
 for some friends
 you've been missing
 someone brings you an 
 unexpected present
 and the wine is just right with the food
 after a wonderful party
 you sink into sleep
 in a clean nightgown
 in fresh sheets
 your sweetheart doesn't snore
 and in your dreams 
 an old piece of sadness
 lifts away
-- Alice N. Persons

What We Want -- Linda Pastan

(Poem #205)What We Want
 What we want
 is never simple.
 We move among the things
 we thought we wanted:
 a face, a room, an open book
 and these things bear our names—
 now they want us.
 But what we want appears
 in dreams, wearing disguises.
 We fall past,
 holding out our arms
 and in the morning
 our arms ache.
 We don't remember the dream,
 but the dream remembers us.
 It is there all day
 as an animal is there
 under the table,
 as the stars are there
 even in full sun.
-- Linda Pastan