The sea
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Is it, everything you wanted? Once I chased you from Germany to the land of Scotland. Once we were brave and once, we danced till the songs were done in dark taverns. Once we loved love and we tasted the sweetness of hope. Beautiful Sheena, is it, everything you wanted, this life we lived?Tonight I… Read more
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Wild roses. I knew her. Her beauty had tempted me for many months. She would dance with me when the songs were good. She was a long-legged woman who had wild blue eyes and loved the whisky and the long night. I loved her auburn hair and kind and sweet voice.She told me often.“Wild roses… Read more
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Can return no more. We can dwell in paradise,Swim in pleasure and sweet dreams.We will believe time is our friend. We know the sun will rise and fall into the sea andthe dusk will turn into night. Love will grow and falter. Lucky lovers know.Love is measured in seconds anda lucky person knows to hold… Read more
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An ocean apart. You are laying heavy upon my sweet dreams and hope.I hold a simple letter in my hands.Your sweet words saved me from pity and sadness. You wrote sweet and kind words.“I’m waiting for you. I have loved you since we met at the candy shop. Please come back to me. You are… Read more
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The sweetest gal. I brought the most beautiful girl near and I raised my glass to the sky in the dark tavern. I said aloud. “Drink to you, drink to me and drink to us. My rosy cheek honey let’s dance in the shadows of love sweetness. O so sweet, O so tender. You bewitched… Read more
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Run away with me.(An old poem written in 1992 with a light rewrite.) Sweetest and prettiest gal in Ann Arbor.Please run away with me.Let’s toss all our useless dreams away and please take my hand.Hand in hand, we will roam to the sea,we will free-climb the free mountainsand we will seek new places and new… Read more
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Haunted places and haunted memories. I wear the white crystal you gave me in 1992. The necklace feels more heavy with time and distance. I learn in old age. When we are young, the illusion of love can be forever. We learn to accept the shadows of love kisses and the dark mirrors of things… Read more
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She is free 1- She found me at the Pacific, she taught me how to dance with the sea, she taught me to love Irish coffee and she taught me. love should be easy and free, a safe please to rest, not held captive. 2- We sang free-bird to the Pacific, we drank whiskey at… Read more
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Hello again. For my dearest Peggy. I have learned to love the darkness of the taverns and the jazz clubs, where the people with nothing to hide, can go. Old men and old women tell their stories. The stories are less fiction, just a place to confess their sins. They do not try to impress… Read more
