Poetry – Page 17 – Hayden Winston

l’amour comme la mer,
tenant bon sous les nuages d’orage,
dansant avec l’horizon.
des rivages enveloppés
dans l’écriture sacrée
du bisou de la marée.

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America: struggle, fight, climb until you die.

I see how you see me,

Waves of passion crashing into titan steel,

Yet dancing, laughing, spilling some quick witted remark –

Perilous, adventurous, hypocritical, mythical,

Saturated in naïveté.

I see how you see me,

And I am and have been all of those things,

But always changing, growing at the same time.

Tender is the autumn night that holds us close.

Cold sweeping over mountains, down through valleys,

‘Til it journeys into the bedroom window.

Vivid dreams of kids, a pool, and a picket fence,

Never thought, but thoughts betray you at your best.

All things grow with a little time and care,

Tender is the autumn night that brought us here.