Biography of Christine Davidson
Separated working mother of two who likes writing poetry.
Christine Davidson's Works:
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Christine Davidson Poems
You Have Me, Completely
Ah, my love Your sweet breath carries me across the oceans of my soul, to you Towards the truth that hides in my heart
I lost you on a Saturday You came to me with searching eyes But didn’t find me Oceans I cried
I Love You
What can be said that the mind does not hear What can be heard that the heart cannot take What can be given that the soul cannot accept
Anglesea You’re there for me Enveloping trees Scraping knees
Love? What words to describe it: To yearn To ache
White sheets White noise in my head An empty space in my bed I've moved to the middle
I will not wake I cannot sleep My tears roll soft I cannot weep
She died in her mother's arms on a Monday night Contiki tour now out of sight Twenty four
This is it I can see No more us No more we
My Darkened Room
Through the sighing of the night My eyes searched the room The darkened mist a foreign tomb What remnants left of love's sweet bloom
Work It Out
Life isn’t that hard to figure out You live you die you fall about Fall in love, falling out Frustration makes you shout
Near And Far
The rain comes down Swirling sideways, across Beating its rhythm on my windows I lost you I lost you it says
Open Your Eyes
Tell me what does love do when it cannot sick around? Does it settle with another where its freedom can abound? Does it fly around the universe looking for a home? Does it hide out in the garden chatting with a gnome?
Hope in my heart Where did it start Holding your love
Open Your Eyes
Tell me what does love do when it cannot sick around?
Does it settle with another where its freedom can abound?
Does it fly around the universe looking for a home?
Does it hide out in the garden chatting with a gnome?
Can it wander through the wilderness parched and dry and torn?
Will it wrestle with the weary who greet its face with scorn?
No I think it stays within us, dormant and asleep
Tired of climbing up a hill that just became too steep
A reminder that it’s in there, still a