David Blake Poems

Needing, nothing more than some peace
and maybe more time, I sit alone in a dark
room trying to remember you. Shadowy
figures dance in the candlelight, the
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Sad lonely faces lost in a vast sea
of anonymity. Shadowy figures
trapped in an endless embrace,
forever entwined in the melody of
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Words meaningless vessels passing
through time conveying what is and
was but they themselves are no more.
Traveling distances measureless to
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In a valley not too far from the sea,
a city once stood, where the daffodils
danced and all men were free.
Carelessly wandering to and fro full of
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No more tears I tell my eyes, yet the tears come
more and more frequently. Through the streets
the lingering scents, memories thousands of
things, now unseen they are always there to
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There is nothing to be said of the echoes
reverberating through the essence of my
being or the waves that distort my dreams.
The invisible hands that shaped eternity
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The words lost in the silance, the future and
you lying in silance lost in another of your
many modes. The sin stained lips that would
never lie, yet speaking words that are untrue,
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Somewhere lost in the nigh, just before
the first light of day, I dream that I still
love you madly. Kisses soft gentle, and
sweet fluttering like angel's wings, I long
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I bleed like the walls that surround me
, captured in this fitful dream. I fell so
alone like the shadows that always
seem to follow me. Gray and cream
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