David Zvekic Poems

No ropes are these, my hands, to bind the wind,
To part unyielding currents from herself,
Or fix my earthbound breath and so defend:
As fallen leaves on wind, I've lost myself.
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(I)

I've lost the joy that used to meet your smile,
And found without its light my life now feels
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An artist paints his life from mark to end,
  from mix to finish, like the pigment oils
  that while on painter's pallet blend,
  on canvas cling to boast the master's toils.
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Democracy has nothing left to do,
From high in soaring towers of plate glass,
Concealed by rebar steel and concrete block,
Secured aloft in fortresses of finance;
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Her beauty is as lines laid on my soul
  As found revealed beyond the reach of time;
  So subtle, fate's perfection draws me whole
  As powerless I cling to her design.
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Oft' I wait across the way,
Staid nerves defy my flustered heart
With words I would but will not say,
So steel my tongue before I start.
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She is the moonlight pallor,
Dark water's cold caress
Echoes in the shadow of midnight's kiss.
On a single mote of her hair,
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You've seen these skies under a different star;
its rays caress the winds but not the same
as those that strike on me; their journey's far
from yours; their currents found a different stream.
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Leaves fly the wind across my way
Like dreams brought dry on sorrowed dew;
As night strikes vibrance from the day,
These souls the trail led hard astray;
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I would have been a better friend
If time had worn me not alone.
Though friendships' bonds frayed past their end,
I could have been a better friend.
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