Bruce Schwab Biography

I kissed you in a dream last night.
The world stopped turning as our lips lingered,
the universe held in my arms burning.
Through closed eyes a sky full of stars
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I love you, sotto voce, she whispers my name.
I whisper, tremolo, I love you the same.
Having not heard this concerto for too many years
The depth of the music has brought me to tears.
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For many years I've watched it grow,
though years have flown the tree's grown slow.
And year by year events unfold,
and ring by ring a story's told.
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The closest thing to is that isn’t

A dream isn’t.
But just try to convince yourself of that
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Say we sat sometime, and (just) watched the way,
Played Rorschach Clouds, sat in tall grass and swayed,
Held hands with our shadows, and (just) …smiled.
What if we sat sometime, (only) watching the way?
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