Poems by David Gates
2007


The Last Touch
 

The Last Kiss

The last time I held you

The last time I saw you

Perfume on my pillow

The last time we took a walk in the rain

The last time we had time for each other

The last time you read to me

The last time I asked you to go away,
because I wanted to be alone

The last time there was time

Now time has gone there is no time,
and I want to make time for you but can’t.
 


You May Think
 

You may think it strange to hear the corps sing their songs.

You may think it’s strange, to hear the corps sing all night long.

You may think it’s strange to see a corps bride on a Moon lite night.

You may think it’s strange to see the Moon cry through the night.

You may think it’s strange to see a corps dance through the night.

You may think it’s st range and say so, but I’ve seen what can’t be seen.

I’ve heard what can’t be heard.

I’ve danced in the Moon light tonight,

I’ve died when I could not cry.

I’ve sang a sad, sad song,

I’ve felt the wind on a windless night,

And you may think it’s strange, but I don’t!


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