Kris Oberckal Poems

Drips of time are slowly dripping
An hourglass of mystic water
A tension in the droplets, quite so gripping
A serenade of tune
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Wishing our souls were free
Like the shadow of a tree
A mere reflection of the sun's existence
Reappear and disappear as pleased
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Water falling from the heavens
Weakens me and my emotions
It is thudding up against my heart
Turning lakes of ripples, into oceans
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A silhouette swirling in the silence of the night
under the glistening Moon beyond the whirly clouds
up so high, so high upon the light's presence so shy
where the reality is non existent, up in the dreamy sky
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We spend our daily lives
ignoring the lifeless figures
inconspicuously passing by
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The leaves are falling
From trees so high
And tears are crawling
From my eyes as I sigh
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Its hard to find someone
friend and stranger alike
who you can really talk to
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Happy, yet I'm weary
from last night's tune and song
yet some were gloom and dreary
as time they dragged along
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There's anger and there's sadness
tired from all the tears you shed
there is a thin line between sanity and madness
I have all these emotions running through my head
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