Bob Oldfield Poems

I arrive
Tired but exhilarated
Full of anticipation
A new beginning
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'Well you certainly know
Which side of your bread
The butter is on, ' said she.
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I never was good
At getting kites to fly.
I run until I am blue in the face,
Turn with anticipation and look upwards
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For all the times that I mess up
In my enthusiam
To try to do things my way;
In my pig-headedness
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I'm with the kids
Who want to run in the hallways
And chew gum in class
And take two extra minutes outside
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The shape of her tiny soul
Which pleads in vain for friendship
Is an image of
A vase, beautiful but cracked,
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Sullen silence shrouds the darkened skies
And wraps its arms around the hills
And sweeps across the streams and trees
That mark this quiet place
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And so the time has come for goodbyes
And the reality that floods
The occasion with its presence
Has diluted all reason
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Sequined and sparkling,
Silken and seductive, she.
Sidling across the room
Obliquely oblivious
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It's already too much for me to bear
To see your smile,
To watch your silken hair flow with the wind
To feel the invisible draw of eyes
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