Uriah Hamilton Poems
|881.||All Spirits Will Rise||4/26/2005|
|882.||Feminine Mystery Of The Eternal Goddess||9/23/2005|
|883.||Adoration Of The Feminine||2/10/2006|
|884.||A Twisting Mental Knife||7/12/2005|
|885.||A Little Girl Lost||8/31/2005|
|886.||A Fading Memory Beneath Forgetful Sod||8/19/2005|
|887.||Accumulating Days That Lead To The Grave||8/26/2005|
|888.||A Stranded Girl On A Friday Night||5/27/2005|
|889.||A Dreamscape Of Love||8/3/2005|
|890.||A Lush For Your Love||3/24/2006|
|891.||A Different Sky Is Waiting||6/9/2005|
A Different Sky Is Waiting
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
As we slowly walk through the city,
But there must be a different sky waiting
Offering love and inspiration.
Beneath these yellow factory skies,
Even the street lights look sadly dim,
Like our spiritual light within
Blurred by an affectionless life.
Things began to change
When I met you in a small bar
Not far from the school where you teach;
I saw Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass
Easing out of your purse,
I knew we ...
Such A Beautiful Place
Gloomy faces in grocery stores
Traverse the aisles of the vegetables.
No one seems happy plotting out
And paying for their sustenance,
But personally, I adore
Every bag of gorgeously orange carrots
And the lovely dark green broccoli.
And how divine to see Italian wine