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Tonight As
I Lay Dreaming! 
Tonight as I lay dreaming
I thought I saw you for an instant
Looking back.
So unexpected you did come,
That I was startled,
Caught and tumbled right off gaurd.
A host of thoughts ran through my mind,
That left me feeling cold..
Longing for that time long gone,
Before I grow too old.
In summer time, with summer wine
We passed those stolen hours.
Those silent words, those silent looks,
Spoke reams to me,
Entwined me with your powers.
I slipped from you without a word,
Without a touch being made.
Then cried I such awful tears...
Because I had to go!..
But worst of all..........
My big regret...
I could have let you know!
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And Choose We Surely Do!
Its several long years since last we met
and longer since we kissed.
Yet the longing never leaves, the longing for the bliss.
I'm the love of your life, you often said,
Then suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly,
Like a madman with a sword......
I cut our meetings dead.
I must have left you with some tortured thoughts
Running round inside your head.
But not to even ring you
Must have surely killed your love
For me
Stone dead.
The tears I shed,
You'll never know.......
The aching heart'
You'll never guess.
The choice was made
and choose we surely do!
as the years fly by,
It's no good crying over spilt milk
over the things we thought we had to do!
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Tonight I Had A Daydeam,
Tonight I had a daydeam,
I thought you still were there.
Where?
Where we used to wait in summer sun and summer rain,
You in your car and me in mine,
Then tingling kisses, summer wine
Summer dresses, scent so divine.
But then I caught the daydream and smacked it in the teeth,
For you were gone, and so was I, once a lad, now just a boy.
Our meetings in the carpark,
Hearts beating, beating faster, longing to entwine.
Your summer dress of cotton, your golden hair so fine,
The passion in your kisses,or was it just the wine?
Surely those times are not gone forever,
The walks by seafront pier....
The blending of our bodies,
Rolled up like balls of twine.
But was it just a daydream
Or was it really true?
Then fleeting thoughts come rushing
When in the haze, your name,
Emerges from the darkness like some approaching long forgotten train.
Random thoughts come rushing in,
Of sunlit days, and tall tall trees, of new cut grass and gentle breeze.
But no strong hand or silken touch can turn the minutes back,
However hard we try,
It only leaves the question,
Why, Oh Why, Oh Why?
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Sunday Train!
A Sunday train brought your smile to me,
And took it far away.
That Sunday train is now long gone
But the memory of your smile remains!
Wave!
Do we ever know when we wave goodbye,
Or kiss or hug and say we love,
That maybe, just maybe that's it.....
Forever!
That, our only chance in time of a lifetime's touch divine
Has gone forever,
Will never, ever, allow a repetition so sublime.
Are we really saying goodbye forever?
If so, our wave would be a farce,
An act too hard to accept.
But through circumstance, and fate, and sometimes through choice
It happens,
And then the longing
Ah! the unbearable longing,
Returns......
MEMORIES? 30th October 01
Memories are precious, Memories are treasures.... Rare gems that no box can fully contain.
Although they can be stored...stored deep within the mind,
They can sometimes be overwritten by new...less desirable experiences.
Going back to meet our memories, takes a strong will, a strong desire
because doing so can cloud, suffocate, choke and blur our romantic thoughts of the past!
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Cyber Love Talk.............. a Poem.
Another year is over.......... another year has passed but the burning pain I feel ...........cannot be surpassed.
The excitement of finding you was quickly dulled by the realisation that I hadn't really........
only a shadow of you
a distant reflection of what you were and what you could have been.
what
WE could have been.
Cyber talk replacing real talk
replacing touch,
replacing truth!
Holding hands across a wire-less universe Instead of holding hands across a cafe table. A cautious 'safe' meeting of minds behind a cloud of unease of unforgiveness. Of calculated thought sent after censorship.........
A love without the language of the body! or the eyes of the soul.
A language without the physical nearness of you......... is a language of the prisoner behind bars.or bullet proof screen
A lack of trust
A lack of openness in this complicated game of love makes this relationship of ours as futile as a handful of dust.
Is this Love?
Or imaginary Love?
existing solely between two personal computers.....
Love conjured up from from the box of electronic tricks used to send these messages.
So easy to hurt to be misunderstood.
At least love by letter written by the hand......... takes time.... Time to write.... Time to compose..... Time to send.
A crumbled letter page can be held in the hands forever the words as real as the pain of a crumbled heart
that will will never cease
Now we have an instant messenger............ as instant as a fallen angel.
A messenger of empty words............ A messenger of deceit.
A voice that speaks without a tongue......... words of love.......where no love exists.
Emails like cheap valentine cards bought and sent quickly to the unloved, from the unloved!.
Silly abbreviations for words of passion......
Abbreviations for real love
Abbreviations for a real embrace.
Convenience love......... gift wrapped in flashing lights and colour........ just as empty as its contents.
NO......... this is not love or even the breath of Love.....
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