My Stranger the Friend

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    My Stranger the Friend
    I close my eyes and see your face
    The details I know not
    A ray of light brings smiling grace
    To this dream that I have sought
    The perils of life tread ever near
    Lucks' pendulum swings from bad to worse
    Because of you my direction is clear
    Forward my bow and steady my course
    I feel a whisper inside my heart
    "Just butterflies" is what I am told
    I know an angel is playing the dervish part
    As her eyes converse with my soul
    Time between us, the distance to here
    This journey could prove to be sore
    I call her stranger, I call her friend
    I can only pray that she feels more

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

    alexpain’s Poems (13)

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    Feel 0 01/11/2009
    You Come Naturally To Me 0 01/11/2009
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    And I Found You 1 11/19/2008
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    Look For My Pain 1 11/19/2008
    I Alone the Beggar 0 11/19/2008
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