Sergio D'Amico Poems

Some dreams are carved by hand,
Some dreams are sketched on sand,
And some dreams tend to fade,
into the loneliness of the shade.
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If I should wake up dead
once the seasons are gone and fed,
I will be as silent as a tree,
and your tears stream like rivers
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I woke up to a world of dreams,
a place where my thoughts
could live and run.
But you came alone
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I wait for time to pass
watching sand in the hour glass,
expecting to find you here,
time spent will never return.
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From the early hours that shaped my form
until the night when thoughts were born,
In a time where Heaven was still blue,
and words spoken were always true.
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Black is the Night
A beauty so divine
So holy a sight
Fire is revived
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I sit and watch a Blanket of Blue
and it dawns on me there is more than one hue
to help me express
my thoughts and desires for you.
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Your hands are white and cold,
on every living creature they unfold,
in search of another bride,
to lay forever by your side.
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We were so Young when the doors
where flung open,
for we were unable to see
the visible sorrow of the shade
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The heavens grew dark at the ageing of the sky,
for it reflected the children's fright
when from the bottom of the sea,
it emerged with a killing spree.
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