dino evans Poems

Have you ever see a headstone, with the dates of life and death? ..
There always seems to be a dash between...
That dash is every moment, that a person ever lived...
But only birth and death are what is seen...
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WRITTEN ON THE WIND

I look up in the morning, above the cool green leaves,
Through the branches, there, they take my eyes,
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Sometimes late at night, I watch the ceiling from my bed,
And lying in the darkness, hear a sound inside my head,
Not a sound explained in any book I've ever read,
I hear the distant memories, of things my father said.
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Sitting here, doing all the same old things I'm used to
Watching clouds move in, to dropp the rain
Then there's one small clear, and shining patch of blue
Reminding me of you, I smile again
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Her name is as a cool spring whisper in the breeze...
Her eyes can pale the color of the sky...
A voice that can bring a strong man to his knees...
Sweet music to the heart, and to the eyes...
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I've written many words about the loves that I have known...
The heartache that it's cost me, winds of sorrow that have blown...
Too many times, too many hearts, I didn't even own...
And harvested the crops, of the loneliness I've grown...
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April was a lovely girl, her warmth was in her eyes
And she and I would walk within the calm of clear blue skies
Too short our time together, and what time consisted of
I knew her well, the shadows fell
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I love it, When you miss me..
When I've been gone a while..
I'll come home, and you kiss me...
And give me that sweet smile...
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Give me just one reason not to love you...
Tell me why I stand here, in the rain...
In tears and frustration, thinking of you...
And it brings along my writings, soiled and stained...
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My name is but a whisper on the wind,
A quiet breeze that blows across your memories, and then,
Returns to cause your mind to think of long ago, and when,
Our love was lost in laughter, and our promises again...
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