Stuart Logan Poems

I sit on the bed,
And watch her eyes,
Watch me.
Ready to move at the slightest sign,
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My wish is,
To hold her.
To tease her.
To keep her safe.
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The sea lays below,
reflecting the outrage of the stromy skies,
that are beginning to make the sea quail in fear.
But the lightning sees himself,
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The silent night flies swiftly,
Like the demons of Hell,
Reaching the stars of life.
The firelight goddess,
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I sit upon my mount,
A horse,
Blacker than the midnight itself.
Eyes a magnificent brown,
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The black god, invisible in the night,
holding a golden knife,
and a diamond shield.
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My hand flies across skin coloured lands,
Driving me to live for what I love.
And my love for her lives long,
Though it fades in and out.
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In a field,
We stand alone,
Our two hearts dying to become one.
Yet it cannot be done.
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We stand on the beach,
Ahead blazes a bonfire,
And smoke spirals up towards the heavens,
Like an omnipotent god,
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Similes of magnitudes unknown,
And metaphors of unannounced imagination,
Both hide the truth,
Like a night sky hiding the sun.
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