David Grant Sinclair Poems

this is for bon jour joelle,
my truest foul weather friend:
may our drunken adventures always last
until we're born again.
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tell the bells to please stop ringing;
halt the horns so cease they cry;
forbade the watchmen to go on singing,
'from the lake, from the hills, from the sky,
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they the people, united by flashing lights
huddeled alone with sharp words taken flight

they the people, who love things that do not move
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is it day or night my love she asked
the light is dim and for not i know
no said he it is that time at last
when the world like us is all a'glow
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we once dreamt together... (didn't we?)
literally our imaginations were in tune;
when the roll of the years ahead of us be,
and the tolling of the bells in june.
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there are many blessings to be counted,
when first our eyes are opened wide.
love me this morning, my darling -
from each other let us not hide.
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nobody knows when that day will come,
but he arrives all the same and cares not when
the clocks will all stop and dancing be done.
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as i lay awake and aching
sing a song for my melancholy loves
for honest, open, agonies and breaking
held softly on your cradling hands
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