Alan Strand Poems

The pacific ocean slows to show its glassy face
Reflecting lazy sunbeams and manes of wispy clouds.
A sliver of crescent moon rises
Like a cosmic smile from a cold deep space.
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At times like this when I feel all alone
Like a petal drifting over a deep dark pond
I wonder if Nature’s blooms have ever known
That life-giving water can be beyond
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Ten years ago and more
Our paths crossed on that thin thread of sea wall,
You riding, me running,
Both hearts pounding in unison.
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The heart is a strange thing really
For it is the seat of the soul,
That which makes us
Full of love, rich in emotion,
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The last time it poured like this
We were in Cuba
On a lonely stretch of beach
Huddled under some quivering broad leaves,
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Why do I wait for replies
When no one is there
To answer me?
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Dip down yet again
Bright and blazing sun
Like invariant clockwork
In paleness or pastels
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Big brown leaf
Fallen on a stone
No where to hide
I feel all alone.
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Bye for now my love
I must think of you
As not driving away
But venturing forth
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Ah, here you are
My sweet love,
Come sit with me
Here by the sea-
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