Helen C Capan Poems

If I could write
a song for you,
I’d fill it full
of fluff and fun.
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Your palm rests only upon my cheek
As salve upon my heart runs deep.
Your fingers run just through my hair,
Yet yearnings arise to keep them there.
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The path I walk is a muddy one,
Far from the congested highway,
Without green signs and the flashing lights,
It’s charm lies within its few stones.
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The swells of my heart
Rise up to the God
Of the heavens
Who reached down to me,
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My heart’s a fast talker
When it comes to my guy.
So I sit and do listen
To it’s uncanny replies
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a song of testimony and invitation

It wasn’t until I needed so much,
It wasn’t until I fell,
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On the corner of Phone and Phone I stand
Wond’ring: does help live at the other end?
With nowhere to turn and no dime to spend,
I guess I have fences I need to mend.
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There must be more than ten thousand words
From which to choose my song
But because of who you are my dear
My song is not real long.
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White clouds are beautiful;
Gray is hard to bear.
Dark clouds are menacing;
But gray, well,
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It's not right!
It's not fair!
Did You see
what happened there?
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