David Tremain Poems

Dear friend, or would you call it haste
If I address you thus as yet?
For while I know we have not met,
I feel as though I know your face-
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Let us build a lighthouse with our bodies
And in the raging storm and lonesome night,
Love shall be the rock that we will cling to
I your faithful tower, you my light.
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Placid lake, your lightless face
Betrays no feeling heart nor grace.
What memories in your depths have drowned?
What lonely souls have wandered round
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I dreamt, when first I looked, I saw a flame burn bright within those eyes;
I see now that there was no flame- not fire saw I there but ice.

I swore I heard a wistful sigh; a joyous shout; a muffled cry;
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To one with whom the hours fly
As precious moments cut too short
And after we have said goodbye
Remains with me in thought
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Bring coal for the fire, my son, for when
The bright electric heat has died away;
And stock the woodyard high with timber chopped
And stored for the long, cold winter that will come
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Happy while you were away
(I will not lie)
Nonetheless I kept an image of you
On my mind
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They danced by the light of spangled stars
Around a petrol fire
And the flames that rose were as bright as the dawn
That they were waiting for
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In jedem gibt es Flüsse,
Deren Quellen sind in der Brust
Und gemischt in ihren Wässern
Sind Traurigkeit und Lust.
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Release - certainly. What I need
However is not the occasional liberty
Of chemical calm, bottled jollity,
But the real freedom of an unchained mind:
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