Walter C. Edwards Poems

Some day's I would like not worry,
how our life's will end,
walking, crying, sometimes,
just sighing,
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So slowly my life unwinds,
like a ball of twine,
how to drink the last waters,
from my tongue,
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Out of the hollows
an owl comes near me,
then when I ask where have you been,
she flies off again
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When a voice calls to you out of the shadows,
soft smoky and lush,
a silhouettes of passion and then lust,
desire so deep and strong like musk,
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When silowets dance in the night,
to classical music from a distant light,
robes undune just right infront of window paines,
soft skin kissed by flickering candles
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Weathered widows wet from rains,
cracks all around the glass and pains,
dryed like old skin,
worn as the paint is now thin,
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Deflower on the bed of roses,
take the love you feel is yours,
is it just a dream I had,
you where mine,
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I opened up a page to see you,
in Vince's diary babe,
not happy, now sad,
to find out whats been going on babe,
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My guitar screams at me,
I don't know why,
maybe it is lonely,
just like you,
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Cars left abandon with fallen leafs upon them,
wives and husbands left alone to soon,
children lost and missing a love one,
now fully grown,
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