David Harris Poems

After the gold rush is over
and you’ve collected your precious store
always keep it close for safekeeping
and remember to guard the door.
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Each night I cry a thousand tears
and die a thousand times in dreams
because you are no longer here
and I am locked within these prison walls.
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There is a gentle sigh
as a warm summer evening calls
and lovers slip away
to their hideaways.
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How can love be rekindled
from an ocean of tears?
How can love be rekindled
after separation of many years?
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With tears that fall like raindrops,
that tap against my windowpane.
I sit here with a broken heart,
wondering if it will ever mend again.
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I was driving to work
when I heard this curious rattle.
For the life of me,
I couldn’t figure it out
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We all at sometimes hark back to days gone bye,
in our memory they seem better than today,
then we stop and think for a little while.
Where they really better than today?
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It started with pebbles at the window,
when no one was in sight.
For about a week this went on,
at 8pm precise every night.
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For My Good Friend JoAnn McGrath


Not so long ago I was joking
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One day a gypsy came to the door
selling a sprig of heather.
Cross my palm with silver
and I’ll make your wish come true.
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