<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=429855" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At This Hour.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like a jazz trumpet<br>You sunset<br>A crowded room.<br>Like a flower<br>You choose to bloom<br>At this hour.<br>I am just a psychedelic<br>1960's relic.<br>To romance you<br>In a dance <br>Who<br>Will chance<br>Wishing on midnight moons.<br>In lovers trance<br>This poet swoons<br>- Who plays<br>London's arty cafe's<br>Painting breezes<br>As they applaud.<br>My words are my sword.<br>In Van Gogh fashion<br>My manic passion<br>Rhyming with the masters last breath.<br>Both famous after our death.<br>Our beauty<br>Hangs in galleries apart.<br>Yet<br>Both with brush stroke<br>Are the choke of a heart.<br>Praying a love won't depart.<br>And you rise<br>In a blue mist<br>Of a full moon's eyes.<br>At this hour.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your naked steps<br>Waltz<br>On virgin sand<br>I cower, <br>As oceans are fanned<br>With<br>Breathless adieus.<br>Until you choose<br>Your star.<br>Left tapping on a darkened door.<br>This poet raps no more.<br>Now silent and poor.<br>Dreams -<br>Pacing the floor<br>With echoing shoes.<br>I lose.<br>Will kisses now ripen<br>Or sour.<br>The flower of our seed<br>Or stranded garden weed.<br>Mean I slowly bleed<br>Fading with that promise<br>At this hour.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Kevin+East">Kevin East</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=429855" data-title="At This Hour. de Kevin East" data-description="Like a jazz trumpet You sunset A crowded room. Like a flower You choose to bloom At this hour. I am just a psychedelic 1960's relic. To romance you In a dance Who Will chance Wishing on midnight moons. In lovers trance This poet swoons - Who play..."></div> </div> </div>

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