ANDREW CULJAK Poems

A beautiful day,
But I am not.

So, inside I'll lie
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Two hands
Tentatively touching,
A supple soft caress.
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The full moon framed in a spider web of reaching branches bare
Glows within my breath which hangs upon the Autumn air.

The leaves which whirly-birdy to escape my shuffling feet
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He listened to the Sea as She sang Her song,
It was blue and deep and would last lifelong
In His blood Her hold of the Son was strong
Who forever is free as He sings with the Sea and passes Her song Along.
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THE TELEPHONE RINGS BUT I WON'T ANSWER
THERE'S TOO MANY THINGS I DO NOT RECALL
KEEP SEEING YOUR FACE INSIDE THE RAIN THAT SPLASHES ON MY WINDOW
I DROVE ALL NIGHT TO WATCH THE STARLIGHT FLICKERING ON THE ROAD
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I sit in silence, somber, breathing, waiting, because I miss you.
The rare moments I speak are merely the wasting of time
With friends I like - more when you're around,
But they serve their purpose: moving me forward to your return.
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I sang my way home
Every day after school
On a wooded path - alone.
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Justified in admiration, she's loathe to believe.
Unbeknownst to her the reasons others do perceive.
Languished in a life compared, she feels that she is wanting.
Instead of despairing from that which she finds daunting,
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