Alan Strand Biography

Death stalks the skid road walks:
Come see the lonely shadows shuffle,
Enslaved by the thorny prospect
Of powdered lies viewed in vacant eyes:
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Let me gently hold you
As you fall deep asleep
Stroking you to Dreamland
So nightmares will not creep.
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If I could be just like this
I’d be O.K.
No sadness at night time
No darkness in the day.
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Take my hand and let me go
To the inner world
Where darkness and obscurity flow.
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I never noticed before that I missed
So much of the boundless beauty
That was laid out at my feet
Like a royal tapestry
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