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 Aug 2016 the Sandman
Stephan
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Minutes fail to move
as I sit here at my desk,
dress shirt and tie, wondering
why am I here,
when everything I want
is somewhere else

Watching the rain
through city streaked windows
dampening the day
Knowing in another place
sunshine dressed borders
glow in summer sleeves

And a cool north wind
cries along with me,
teardrops falling,
attempting to escape
this that is here
in a different fashion

Wanting to be there,
where you are,
wrapping my arms around you
like a warm shirt on a chair
holding onto you,
never letting go
 Aug 2016 the Sandman
Stephan

I wish I could write
a poem so perfect
It would be the last one
that I’d need to write

One that would tell you
exactly my feelings
Filling your heart on
this warm summer night

Words so amazing
your eyes would not falter
Gazing the verses
with me as your view

Every breath that you
find you are breathing
Comes with a song
of a love ever true

Phrases that touch where
no other has touched you
Caressing your dreams
with a feeling so pure

If only I could I would
write you that poem
So there’d be no doubt
you’re the one I adore
Everytime I'd think of you
I'd send a memory to the sea
Riding on a paper boat
To somehow bring you back to me

Time and time again
I'd send dozens and dozens more
Till one day I found all my paper boats
Washed up on the shore

While I was sending you paper boats
A storm had settled in
Brewing and stirring the ocean depths
Taking my boats I sent within

My paper boats never reached you
My paper boats came back to me
My memories are now upon the shore
Haunting me endlessly.
 Aug 2016 the Sandman
Stephan


I’m sending the sun,
and I’m chasing the rain
To shine its light
on your day once again

So you may smile
and your morning is fun
I’m chasing the rain
and I’m sending the sun
 Aug 2016 the Sandman
Jeremy Bean
Those who wish
to be madly in love
rarely ever have been
or they would understand
that it is a raging fire
few can hover over
for very long.
Waning Sunshine,
Flightless Birds,
Autumn Speaks,
Arbitrary Words.

On The Horizon,
Not Too Far,
From The Fire,
Comes A Star.

Daytime, Nighttime,
What Lies In Between,
A Flaming Skyline,
Borne From Green.
I can't wait for Autumn
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