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Sarah Spang Dec 2016
The distance between heart and brain
Can stretch for miles- then again,
At times the journey's half as short
As one would willingly purport.

On day as these, when autumn sun
Paints the leaves with liquid dun,
The distance spans eternity
To surmount sense and certainty.

I trace the swirling, falling leaves;
The ghostly trail my exhale breathes.
This change in colors brings anew
The nonsense in my heart for you.
Sarah Spang Nov 2016
Oh, read the way I see you,
The blessing of my words,
And know that what I feel for you
Has plagued me like a curse.
Sarah Spang Nov 2016
I don't know where we wander to
The day we close our eyes
Until that day we meet again,
I'll see you in the skies.

I'll see you in the morning dawn
That crests the mountain tops.
I'll find you in the sunset where
The tired sun does drop.

On dove grey days where rain drops fall
To kiss the arid earth,
I'll know you in the soothing rain
And feel you endless worth.

And when the cobalt skyline
Fades and fills with stars,
I'll sit beneath the summer moon
To pass our time apart.
Sarah Spang Oct 2016
Like a thought brushing up against a sigh
The notion dies before my passing my lips
Wilting somewhere in my skull
Like a world-weary moth.

Flutter flicker, stir and sleep.
Stay where you belong.
Sarah Spang Oct 2016
Every day is closer
To another December
A constant reminder
Of things to remember.

The date never passes
The time never slows
Each step towards tomorrow's
An unending road.

The calendar seemed
Not to mean much to me
Since you passed to shadow
Since you ceased to be
Sarah Spang Sep 2016
The story's written all the same
As many before with varied names:
They met, they loved, they grew apart
While one remembered, one forgot.
Sarah Spang Sep 2016
I need a rhythm darling
Because the words are thin
Without rhyme and melody
The meaning's lost within.
I need a song to sing you
A lull draw you near
I need a smoother voice to croon
These words in to your ear.
I require symphonies
And swelling, rising choirs
To lend their souls to each writ line;
To lift their meaning higher.

Characters across this page
Lend nothing to the feeling
Without a song, my poems are silent
Words that have no meaning.
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