Stuart Logan Poems

Far away,
Never knew.
How this love,
Could make me blue.
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The satin heart beats with frenzied fire,
That melts away the pain.
The molded set of mirth and mire,
The dampened eternal rain.
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Blackness shrouds the empty floor,
While shadows dance upon the door,
A memoriam of forgotten flaw,
Heart beating fast with eternal plight.
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The moon, it now hangs freely,
Like a crystal ball among the trees.
I stand, waist deep in water,
Too much longer and I will freeze.
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A sancrosanct decadence,
further than the maturities of the little ones.
I watch them run about,
Carefree,
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Her hazel eyes sparkle with life,
Her brown hair, soft like silk.
I drink in her appearance,
So smooth like mother's milk.
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A rose sits in the sand,
reflecting off the waves.
Left there by a man,
Whom, his love, could not be saved.
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Sleeping in the car,
Lover by my idle side.
Sunset in the far,
Not worried about the ride.
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Tigers roar,
In my mind,
An echo of a sacrosanct religion,
Lost to the ages.
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I've had a wish fulfilled,
But all I want is more.
Forever I've been knocking,
upon my angel's door.
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