Steven Holmes

Soon I will soar the breeze,
Over mountains, across seas,
Through the clouds and into the sky,
But do not lament my love for I am nigh,
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I dream in black and white,
A tasteless world - unfeeling.
Tar-like tears alter sight,
And these scars are not healing.
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Where are you my gentle breeze?
I long for your caress.
You left for far off seas,
Yet my heart you still possess.
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You're fighting for a tighter grip,
On the emotions eluding my clasp.
No eye contact again, so we'll just skip,
A conversation that we cannot grasp.
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In the empty rooms and vacant halls,
Sleep evades the lonely,
Torment of desolation between these walls,
My heart's aching for your warmth only.
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The envious moon,
Pock marked and scarred,
Warbles a lonesome tune,
To seas reflecting a face so marred.
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Is there a man who slumbers among the stars?
Does he weep for a world we so boldly call ours?
Does it gnaw at his gut, what we've done to ourselves?
Losing our way for trinkets on shelves.
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Deep inside my heart,
Your gaze warms my soul,
Can you describe what you see?
For I've run aground on life's heartbreak shoal.
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Walking down a stony beach,
Alone, no destination in mind,
Wishing you were within my reach,
Like the runt of a litter left behind.
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The world lacks it's brilliant hue,
Love like grains of sand,
Leaves me blind while losing you,
Slowly between the fingers of my hand.
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Am I to forget my Juliette?
A love that angels coveted her and me,
Eyes of blue, her hair auburn brunette,
But she grew ill, the Seraphs deaf to my plea.
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