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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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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She comes only with my eyes full closed,
carries me with her, away to another place.
No choice have I, no will to be indisposed,
nor to be enchanted from this, my slumbering dais.
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I walked with sycamore soles
through once familiar roads
and the smell of the white haw
infiltrated my nose.
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O catch me the wind in a gold threaded net
and bring me your dreams in a peach-woven gown.
Follow my thoughts with your divine clarinet,
then stay with me here until the sun goes down.
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Wipe away the tear lines that lay so bare
underneath your sad, water shed stare.
We have no one else but ourselves to blame
and crying would be such a senseless shame.
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Please let me go first?
I don't want to be left here
doing the things we used to share
for it would be too much for me to bear.
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Democracy? Fallacy!
You have no sense of reality
and you have the audacity
to ask of me
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A mother's love
knows no bounds;
limitless, profound.
Crying amidst our tears,
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