Stranger ... Poems

The night strews on and the crickets weep
And the wine puts wild men to sleep
Pale in shadows the bride but waits
To slip away from the world she hates
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There's grief and a forgotten tear
Settled in our brows marked by fear
But I'd love you Ann evermore
As this woeful day draws near
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I can wait no more to find my love
That wrangles the moon to come ashore
So instead I walk a little too
To leave the longings in throes of yore
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Grandeur is less a word
More an unfathomable feeling
When I look at you
Rising above the floating clouds
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