Ryan Cole Poems

A fading light
As shadows grow across once bright day
The flicker of a guttered candle
incandescence once bright, now dimmed to passing
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From hand to hand
Gentle touch moving silence
Held in this leaky vessel before moving on
To something, what not known
But here once, part and whole
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She thinks of me, she says, as she lies in his arms
Closing her eyes as his lips are on her neck
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She waits for you across the river

In the soft untrammelled field
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Tell me your secrets

Tell me your lies
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I still feel your ghost in all the places we used to haunt

clinging nostalgia dragging me back there
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Ashes spreading through water

swirls of grey upon grey of different shades
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Kiss me in the pale light of the half moon

on this cool winter's night
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The trick, she says,
is to throw yourself to the ground
and miss
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Walking down Fourth Street from your apartment
heading towards Pico and the long trip back
My head full of thoughts i shouldn't have
My heart full of wants I can't let go
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