David Harris Poems

Sitting on the beach
Throwing pebbles in the waves
Thinking about the dreams I’ve saved
Watching courting couples
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I have a friend far across the sea.
We have never met,
but she is never far away.
Our hands have never touched,
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Every once in awhile,
you hear a funny story,
and sometimes you wonder
if what is written there
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The moonlight shimmered on the water
of a small woodland stream.
We sit on the bank,
watching moonbeams dancing
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We walk hand in hand
through our world today.
We will walk that way forever,
if bad habits don’t get in the way.
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Near the sky west and crooked,
I stood on the hill of broken dreams,
recalling all the lost loves
I had so long ago.
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Every life will have its troubles
that reap the stones of scorn.
No one is perfect,
least of all myself alone.
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The old place,
has changed a lot.
Since I’ve been away.
But I have not forgot.
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Christmas day arrives.
Stockings are first to be explored.
Oranges, apples and sweets.
On their beds adorn.
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Your fingertips seem just out of reach,
like the lifeline to a drowning man.
Tears haze my eyes,
like the morning mist.
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