When I think of all I've ever wanted to do
It all comes back to you,
Whom I've loved.
...
In a dream
I met you again
And wished so deeply
I could get to know you
...
Sixty Years ago
The best and worst
Machine of death
The world has known
...
We who know
the magic silence of the night
as half embraced by sleep
we slip inside the timelessness
...
There was a family on my bus
I thought they came from Russia
Or Moscow
And I thought
...
Those who understand their gardens cannot be hurried
They understand the time
Theirs is a will
...
'There but for the grace of God
Go I'
Said the saint to the sinner
As he caught the deamon’s eye.
...
So once upon a
golden age
before the loveliness
that lights the poet’s eye
...
Around the emptiness
that fills
the silence
of the shock
...
Stamped Stark
Above the softly shuttered town
Sharp square
Upon the bare blue sky
...
As oil on water
I live in pictures of you
Iridescent
Swirling stream
...
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Afternoon
When I think of all I've ever wanted to do
It all comes back to you,
Whom I've loved.
Where years could pass in a look -
a hand -
a view -
To be over
Too soon
All secret
In an afternoon.
One waiting second:
Hour’s disappointment.
What can you say,
To we who were together for one day?
An afternoon was longer in your arm around my waist
and your breath cold wreathing about my face
and your eyes love.
These I have missed so much.
Greetings, Andrew! I'm not sure my last comment posted. Here goes again: I like to correspond with poets I like. I like your work, especially 'Aftermath.' Your work has a certain mood I'm attracted to in poetry. I'd like to add your email address to my list. I currently correspond with poets Edward Carvalho; Vernon Frazer; Ulrike Gerbig; Law H. Fisher; William Taylor, Jr.; and Joyce Lazarus. You can learn more about me at my website: stephensaul.com. My Email address is [email protected]. And I have work posted on PoemHunter.com. Truly, Stephen Saul