Uriah Hamilton Poems

I am as sorry
as the rain
that weeps
at dawn
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Swirling winds
and rushing waves
across the angry sea
encompass me,
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I live
for flower incense
wafting to the moon
on mischievous summer rendezvous.
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Thomas Wolfe wrote God's Lonely Man

and You Can't Go Home Again
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Angels swim seas of despair
to find us as we walk amid the rain of tears
with umbrella prayers to protect us.
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A cottage in the sun,
my lovely one,
we could saunter gently
to a gazebo in the park,
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Sister Elizabeth,
the old gods have failed me,
for seven weeks,
I have prayed only to you.
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It was a delicate summer
where one dreams of love
and wakes alone.
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See a woman with a charming smile
in the August sun,
I feel so relaxed, I believe in everything
and in everyone, maybe the world has just begun.
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Beleaguered on dark moonless beaches,
catastrophic and in tears
on side streets littered with unmitigated fears,
I work my way despondently
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