Alan Paul Stevens Poems

I dreamed
You came to me at night
Weak with desire
I waited
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Names carved into stone tell an ancient tale
Of days long past and youthful dreams that pale
With wounds endured and crafted in travail
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Let us pretend

Like children
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A heart of sorrow
Which cannot be repaired
Lost in life's silent ache
Burns holes in my memory.
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A crown of honour

Bleeding submission
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I waited for your call
From the edge of recollection
The warehouse of my heart
Into a chamber of desolation.
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Strike the iron and split creations seed,
with force and power that divides, build the
ship that will herald the breath of promise.
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You shout at me
But I am not listening

Surrounded by noise
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Old arguments fill my head
Regrets
Sorrow

Things I want to say
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You float around my mind
You invade my slumber
You run through my veins
You live in my heart
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