Uriah Hamilton

We’ve been in the rain so long
That our eyes are sore and red;
When joy is missing,
We gaze down too long at our feet
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I would give up drinking
To be drunk with your perfume
On a summer night
With the sea breeze singing
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She was weeping when we met
Outside a party store
Where the lonely purchase their wine;
Her boyfriend had left her behind
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I still find comfort
In the soft caress
Of the moonlight’s
Tender glow
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Abandoned to sadistic streets,
A school room of sullen tears,
A little girl lost beneath
A blanket of rejection and fears
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In my mind,
I value the Easter Sunday life:
The resurrection
Of the spring sunrise,
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Look me up at 2: 00AM
When the last lonely bar has closed
And you’re drunk with sadness
And not with booze;
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There is a twisting knife
In your disturbed unhappy mind,
Those who don’t understand you,
Tell you to pull it out,
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In the valley of forbidden dreams,
I see my heart explode
At the feet of a Queen;
My pulse rate increases
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I’m writing the poetry of fragile souls
Sitting quietly in the broken sunlight
Of hopeful but fleeting romance.
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No one dares dream of beach houses
While walking on these dirty city streets
In the misty sullen rain
Where the children smile despite some new despair
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A lone flower peaks
Out over the city
From a tenement roof.
She is speechless
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We’re sauntering slowly
In the exciting evening
Exchanging a mystical kiss
Soft moonlight avenue bliss;
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A cold day freezes
My desperate thoughts
In a lonely place.
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I walked alone
In Ann Arbor last night,
But you were
With me again on South Main
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A man follows an alluring woman
From a bookstore rendezvous
Through twisting streets
Of illicit passion;
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I am naïve about relationships and kisses,
About the dreams that weave themselves
Around a fragile heart,
And I do not know how to protect
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I have immense affection for poets,
Those desperate lovers who often lose
All vestiges of sanity in amorous pursuits.
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Deserted by love
In the summertime,
I walk by the river
And speak to seagulls
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Woman, you are the one who lingers
In my mind with aching tenderness,
But you are hidden in the distance,
Walking through the business world
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