Sergio D'Amico Poems

Some dreams are carved by hand,
Some dreams are sketched on sand,
And some dreams tend to fade,
into the loneliness of the shade.
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If I should wake up dead
once the seasons are gone and fed,
I will be as silent as a tree,
and your tears stream like rivers
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I woke up to a world of dreams,
a place where my thoughts
could live and run.
But you came alone
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Black is the Night
A beauty so divine
So holy a sight
Fire is revived
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I wait for time to pass
watching sand in the hour glass,
expecting to find you here,
time spent will never return.
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From the early hours that shaped my form
until the night when thoughts were born,
In a time where Heaven was still blue,
and words spoken were always true.
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I sit and watch a Blanket of Blue
and it dawns on me there is more than one hue
to help me express
my thoughts and desires for you.
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I am sitting on a chair,
not a very expensive chair,
yet i know it is not right,
that I never thanked her
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In your heart I plant the seeds,
With tears you nourish their needs
Let the leaves shelter your tender skin,
from emotions that burn from deep within.
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Dark Day, Bright night,
spears from heaven rip through
the curtains shielding my mind,
Now my eyes may see
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