Stefan nnn Poems

Beyond sleep
I climb, and stand on the roof
The night is quiet
But for a lone peewit calling
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The clock:
Ticks.
The tap:
Drips.
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Danza! Danza!
Fire and thunder.
With our arms we spin,
With our eyes we plunder
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This should be in the movies,
white silk and a red velvet rose.
You lie beside me, in soft focus.
I stroke your back.
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Invisible girl not at my window
I did drew you a cartoon in reply.
Badly, but still, it would fillip a mimsily moment
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time waits not, where once time passed not
too much water has flown
beneath our red wooden footbridge
since last we swam
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I remember your ears used to stand up
your coat was long, soft, and satin
three days ago
you ran happy hours in your ball
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A thin moon
behind pastel clouds
dusk air chills
momentarily
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Catching my reflection
in the darkened kitchen's window.
I realise I have on
the same jumper I wore
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Like the ripples
that follow eternally
the wise and knowing breeze
I am
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