David Harris Poems

The purple mountains
are set ablaze
by the settings sun's
crimson haze.
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Today I took a little walk
where my youth and solitude roamed,
retraced the footsteps of my teenage years
that I have left so far behind.
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It was Christmas Eve and the stocking were hung
there was a drink and food on the table
waiting for Santa to come.
Outside the snow was falling
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The murmur of the waves
as they rush up and down
along the sandy shore,
the hawkish screeches of the seagulls
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Where am I going
From where have I been
The road is so lonely
No people I have seen
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Looking out my window
at the world outside.
I wonder why I am not out there,
playing around and having fun.
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Here I lay in bed
the throes of death
dance round my head.
Don’t weep for me
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Tenderness comes from your touch,
and love fills this lonely heart.
Though no one will ever know
the loneliness, I feel
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The sun is shining for me,
beyond the distant hills.
Where my love is waiting,
for my return.
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It is funny how memories
of old friends appear
at just around Christmas
every year.
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