Billy Juergens

Though mountains block my view and way,
To hold your hand by night or day,
I sit and wait in longing sigh
For one more kiss with teary eye.
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Turning a page in the book of Days,
The world read between monochrome lines
Has a sun falling down a distant grey.
It burns with no color.
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I sit between dark curtains;
In my confine the world is small,
But great.
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I am the roots of the flower;
Though absorb all the wonders of the Earth I do
Day in
And day out,
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There's no breath besides life-
The air will tell you so;
Every current telling the time
From now,
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Stirring in the woods,
Chatter,
The red of the morning glow
Breathing through the air.
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Each breath comes closed
With a nightmare tremor,
But I'll try to close my eyes
Once more,
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Through twists of air
The feather rides in peace;
Needing not but what it has,
And choosing not to land or more
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I sat down with you,
Watched the silence grow;
It ate the air as we breathed,
As the colors began to fade
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Vision falls downwards,
Following the start of all
My cries that echo nowhere.
I sing to the great fear
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Oh how my want for you runs deep!
From my mind and endless thoughts
Falling down to sight of your eyes-
Oh how your weeping brings me pain!
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Walk with me,
Forever, if we may;
Ignore the once-known shadow day.
Recite your heart
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And I stand there
Looking up at the eye of the moon,
Waiting for an answer that will not come,
Though eclipsed as it may be
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As the sun rises again
So I greet you in arms,
Each passing day and moment
Returning again without fail.
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Where once grew a flower
Now stands but dirt.
Where once bloomed a snowdrop
Now grows no green.
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As time slows down, so do I.
Footsteps of dragging pace.
Breaths in long drafts,
Sucking in the warm air,
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And then said She 'I now must go',
But sayeth I, 'I love you so! '
So fall do I, to sobbing knee,
To give my last, most desperate plea:
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I dearly wish for a single caring glance,
From another heart nearby-
But every night the torture stays,
Of want and wish;
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With stains on walls,
And cracked glass doors,
This place is not for me.
Each musty footstep
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The Pitter-patter
Of water drums,
Over noisy roof
And careless slums.
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