Suzanne Stroop

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Yellow pants, unbuttoned shirt, long hair
And a mast unhidden.
Women staring, eyes wide but old.
Remembering and wanting still.
...

You think you have it good?
We had it better.
You think you're hot stuff?
We weren't hot...
...

I watch the water rush toward tomorrow,
But wait patiently for yesterday's return.
For the circle to find the way to it's beginning
And for a star to be newborn.
...

Apart from everyone else, he stands alone.
Suave, built to last in a world full of fast paced mayhem.
His features unlike the gods of old, are visible.
Brown eyes, bold brows with a crease between them.
...

The wolf howls to the moon in the deepest part of night,
While the dove coos to the sun on some morning bright.
Their words are lost to those who listen...except the trees,
Understanding a language that was hidden.
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Wasn't it just yesterday, when you picked up that guitar
And played the first chords that began a melody?
Wasn't it just yesterday that began the journey
To some far away tomorrow?
...

I remember you, still wet behind the ears.
Abbreviated ducktail, sideburns, black boots, peg leg pants,
Black shirt and a black guitar held tight against your heart.
A menagerie of words and music already forming in your head,
...

Looking through a prism
Light refracted in waves
And scattered like leaves
I see you.
...

I am Suzanne.
A woman who still sees a young girl somewhere inside.
A young girl afraid to look at now.
She wants yesterday to find it way to her again,
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Brown eyes watching you.
Lips that speak of who you are,
Where you've been,
And where you're headed for.
...

11.

I never dream of you.
Instead, I wake from a sound sleep
With your voice forever singing in my head.

You rouse me from some far off place,
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Yellow

Yellow pants, unbuttoned shirt, long hair
And a mast unhidden.
Women staring, eyes wide but old.
Remembering and wanting still.
Bare feet full of sand, naked toes,
Legs spread wide, kneeling
And a gull wheeling overhead.

Sunglasses glinting in the bright light
Held by a hand we've never touched.
Waves washing in behind you
While your eyes stare through a lens...
Like an arrow to the heart that watches.

Piano fingers, long and well used.
Eyes searching for something more
But never finding what is needed.
Past and present held together
With silver solder from the soul.

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