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Christopher Steven Coan Poem
Lighthouse
Light eternal
Weary men rejoice
Dark shadows are vanquished
Savior
Copyright © Christopher Steven Coan | Year Posted 2010
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Christopher Steven Coan Poem
Broken of control
Silence, oh my soul
Look, the winds of change have begun
Canvas fading gray
Spirit, lead the way
Harvest moon, catch the golden sun
Reap what you have sown
Many years has grown
Yield of such new life, I rejoice!
Golden fields elate
Upon the moon, I wait
Yes, the waiting heart shall rejoice
Copyright © Christopher Steven Coan | Year Posted 2010
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Christopher Steven Coan Poem
Effortlessly bright
Child, dear and sweet as dew
Innocent as doe
Gentle yet daring
Caring not for tomorrow
Life for this day alone
Quiet in spirit
Voice like a lion at hunt
Innocent in love
Ever full of joy
Though crying from a lost toy
Still so full of joy
Inspirational
In pleasure found in your heart
Pure soul within you
Copyright © Christopher Steven Coan | Year Posted 2010
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Christopher Steven Coan Poem
Called
Set apart
Oh weary heart
you rejoice in Him
Follow
Copyright © Christopher Steven Coan | Year Posted 2010
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Christopher Steven Coan Poem
My Dear,
I miss you so.
I long to see your eyes,
To dive deep in those still waters.
One day...
Copyright © Christopher Steven Coan | Year Posted 2011
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Christopher Steven Coan Poem
From a quiet seat
I catch the falling rays
Distant water falls
Shouting as it plays
Life awakens life
By this, I remain
With the dying sun
Clouds in blood are stained
Silenced by the peace
My heart longs to remain
Soak up every sound
Hear the sweet refrain
Rhythm not in time, song not in rhyme
Never does it turn the same
Sweet as it goes, bright as it flows
The wild heart remains untamed
Copyright © Christopher Steven Coan | Year Posted 2010
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Christopher Steven Coan Poem
I muse a song that songs have known,
and often of it sing
what of waste? what of want?
and of desired things,
I tell a tale no man has known,
and every man same
in the blood of human life
all hearts, they beat the same
speak of drear and weary thought
and rise thee from thy grave
oh the things we poets lost--
so often short of change
ah, the signs that hold us so
bound, we are, to fate
myth we cannot seem to grasp
held to that we state
legend--how it holds us so
even as the moon
we, the sea of hope and dream
pulled away too soon...
and the shore, so very close
each time, we stake our lot
we fall as once upon a dream
so short of this we sought
but once again, our eyes, so still
bereft of light, remain
and seeing there the cliffs again
a seabound soul, we gain
to toss and turn a-thousand nights
to lie awake in doubt
to hope beyond a weathered shade
of days, we drift about
Copyright © Christopher Steven Coan | Year Posted 2013
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Christopher Steven Coan Poem
I speak
Though words are far.
In the tongue of ancients,
Here shall I abide in love.
I sing
Copyright © Christopher Steven Coan | Year Posted 2011
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Christopher Steven Coan Poem
All the stars are gold
As the moon within my eye
Scattered here below
Light of heaven, come to fall
Fall so soft within these eyes
Could I catch the breath
Such life that calls to awake
Long awaited grace
Hold me here that I may fall
Cradle me, Oh sweet embrace
Copyright © Christopher Steven Coan | Year Posted 2010
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Christopher Steven Coan Poem
I can't tell what day it is
it's been a strange morning
and afternoon and week or more
with sirens and alarms at 4am
with words that I can't remember
saying things I don't understand
It's 4 o'clock now—so far
we're eight hours too late
Hands and feet and arms
moving, changing form
in a bed that's never changed
Why are we growing up
That's always the fear in loving
the fear of things we're afraid might happen
Seeing you in a mirror—asleep
in the glass and not in here
It's cold beds we fear most
(by we, I mean us not them)
You haven't felt in love
since December crept into the sheets
These moments, out of time
pause for one last glance
before slipping thru the cracks
We're growing up alone
Don't be afraid of New York winters
love's a better home than this
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Copyright © Christopher Steven Coan | Year Posted 2015
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