Hamilton Macrae Poems

What if the could have been's and maybe's
had happened like we'd hoped
And the Junctions where we staggered down
had all been blocked and roped
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It was in the heart of winter
when I was called to the river side
The night was dark the air was cold
the Clyde was at high tide.
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Stumbling, fumbling, falling
onto my knees in pain
Wretching, writhing, gasping
for air to breathe again.
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Sometimes hazy, fading from my minds view
mostly clear, vivid to me, as I lie and think of you
Almost tangible but never quite close enough to touch
colourful and bright but not too much
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Walk with me in my dreams
where both of us are free
There our memories are intertwined
and we are who we want to be
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Another day.
To stretch and breathe this air.
To see my limbs move.
To walk upon this earth again.
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