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Thinking of Me
I hung up the phone, And then I went home, Knowing you were still thinking of me; I lay down for the night, And I turned out the light, But I knew you were thinking of me; So I lit up a candle Took a book from the mantle, And I read of the Antarctic Sea; And I tried to erase The imprint of your [...]
Continue reading...Do You Ever Wish
22. July 2007
Do you ever wish To paint your life In black and white, And hang some sad nostalgic music in the back, And put it on a TV screen For men in future years to see And say, “This must have been The way things used to be …” Do you ever walk the street And half-imagine you might meet, Some half-forgotten face from long ago Although [...]
Continue reading...Creator
11. July 2007
Neath a shrouded midnight star, Blinded by the blackened road, Riding endlessly and far Where the wind is hard and cold, By the river, long and deep, Where the wicked willows blow, Ill with pain and wanting sleep Where the frozen waters flow, Rider of the raging sea Roamer where the rivers roll, Weaver of eternity - Guardian of my own soul; Wrapped within the wings of [...]
Continue reading...Half a Hemisphere Away
22. June 2007
Half a hemisphere away I hear the things You do not say. I hear the thundering of your heart. It tears my life and soul apart. It echoes in my head and ears, I tremble on the bed in tears, I see you sitting, far, alone, Silent like a block of stone, With your head against the wall Wishing, praying I would call … Someday, I [...]
Continue reading...Box
2. May 2007
I found your photo In a box. It didn’t move. It didn’t talk. And every day, I looked in vain, And every day, It stayed the same. It didn’t answer me, Or change. The lines across Your face remained Exactly where They’d been before. I hung your picture On a door, I lay my memories On the floor. I put your picture On the wall. You didn’t write. You didn’t call. My stomach burned My hope grew small. I [...]
Continue reading...Dust in the Earth
11. April 2007
Yours is the voice of the enemy - Cold is your clutch on my soul. Strange are the words pouring emptily - Telling me why you should go. And my blood courses, rich and volcanic; It pulses and quickens my breath, For you leave me for reasons Satanic; You leave me to follow your death. But I loved you, far more than you [...]
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31. July 2007
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