H E Alexander Poems

We walked along
through evening hills,
one hand beheld one hand
and talked in the shadows
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From there atop our Christmas tree
she sits each year for you and me,
her angel eyes have watched and seen
the making of our Yuletide scene.
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Darkness, that's all there is left here,
No, nothing; nothing to live for.
You, who cannot see through your tears;
There is no light left anymore.
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The fallow fields of empty dreams
engulf my mind with barren schemes,
drying my thoughts like arid streams.
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We stared, just stood.
Rain diluting the red blood
as it flowed
from the grey,
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There is a cat, a cat I know
That's black as soot and as white as snow,
A cat so fat, a cat so large,
He lives inside a large garage.
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My eyes lost their will to look away,
my thoughts their power to refrain;
enticed into your blue corral, I yield.
You took me where I could never be,
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My heart is so free, my head is so light,
Everything I see is bathed in pure white.
I'll dance you my dance, I'll sing you my song,
My mind's in a trance where my dreams belong.
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I peer into your soul on this jaundice stained page
with every beautiful word that I read.
You raise me so high on your vair hung silk stage,
then your nib scores so deep that your sadness bleeds.
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My limbs ache, I am tired. I could try to swim,
but in which direction; where do I go from here?
I keep my head above water, but only just above,
assisted by my shirt swelled with pockets of air.
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