Stan Rodriguez

How did I come to know—
these lonely feeling
that I thought that only others felt?
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I woke you to the morning
of this warm and glorious winter's day

to see the coming of the sunrise
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I sometimes look past the sea
toward countries whose names
are still unknown to me…
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I can still hear the beating of your heart
when I lay myself to sleep

as if, in your own way
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Searching moonward—flowing on the open sea
you caught me by surprise
pointing north, I didn't understand…
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