Alan Strand (February 18,1953 / Vancouver, BC, Canada)
Biography of Alan Strand
Alan Strand Poems
Let me gently hold you As you fall deep asleep Stroking you to Dreamland So nightmares will not creep.
Just Like This
If I could be just like this I’d be O.K. No sadness at night time No darkness in the day.
I never noticed before that I missed So much of the boundless beauty That was laid out at my feet Like a royal tapestry
Take My Hand
Take my hand and let me go To the inner world Where darkness and obscurity flow.
Tears For April
Tears for April A child full of hope Made some bad choices All leading to dope
Afraid Of Love
I am afraid of Love For when she stares me in the eye I freeze, I fight to breathe As I drown in a sea of uncertainties.
From the moment we split The chill of a cold Norse wind Set upon the back of my neck Hinting of summer’s all too quick passing.
Our ships lie here in anchor We have a certain quest, Love is our precious cargo We’ll put it to the test.
Rain drops die- A passive pitter-pattering of death On my dark windshield.
As Close As A Kiss
Where are you my Love? I think of you often Like when I am off Far, far from home,
Night Bike Ride
Tropic screen doors open From my jungle bungalow Flowers in the evening breeze Fragrancing the flow.
A million, billion little grains All washed up on the beach, Endless waves swish and swirl The sands within their reach.
A Dangerous But Very Short Liaison
A small kiss, And yet I reminisce About Love done, And dream wildly about
Slowly She Goes
She goes down so slowly That magnificent golden little ball, Slipping silently and reluctantly Below the misty distant hills.
Come Back My Love
Come back my Love
For cloudy skies grey
And bright leaves fall
When I reach into the night
And your gentle hand
Is not there
Come back my Love
For the lonely loon