days of stone

Tag: relationship

  • Divorce

    Divorce

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    Ryan Stone
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    From this bridge of sighs They watch the chasm sunder Here, where dreaming ends Ryan Stone

  • Fleeting

    Fleeting

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    Ryan Stone
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    Fleeting In bed their tattoos met and bled. Ink-kissed lovers, knowing their tryst, night-born would live to die with dawn. Ryan Stone

  • In Passing

    In Passing

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    Ryan Stone
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    After all the years, the heart-shaped promises, a Ponts des Arts love lock one Spring, it has come now to this — a sterile room, too-small-for-two bed, plastic flowers, faint urine smell. Standing bedside, she strokes and hums, remembers a warm night by the sea. The setting sun kisses white hair golden. Tremors become twitches,…

  • Shades

    Shades

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    Ryan Stone
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    Her kiss at dawn is what I miss the most – as day break sings a ghost refrain: love dims to dust and pain. Ryan Stone

  • Bonnie & Clyde

    Bonnie & Clyde

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    Ryan Stone
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    On a Monday I met her, but should’ve known better- moon days bode ill for new friends. Lunar sea tides with light and dark sides make Monday trysts wane to weak ends. Aphelion eyes, dark hair and toned thighs presaged a blue moon ascending. With a wink and a gun, she blocked out the sun…

  • Rhyme of the Kingdom

    Rhyme of the Kingdom

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    Ryan Stone
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    Over the mountains and down to the sea, you must come now if you hope to break free. No time to mourn for Autumn’s red bowers; the light we once made, now darkness devours. I can play you the rhymes of the kingdom, I can sing you the songs that you know; but we must…

  • Teacher

    Teacher

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    Ryan Stone
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    A wail of sirens makes her pale with fear, returns her to the year she stole a cub from his foxhole. Ryan Stone

  • Ingénue

    Ingénue

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    Ryan Stone
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    Ingénue Raindrops – steel drums, belting roof tops. Loud beats unheard beneath white sheets where two hearts shed one last taboo. Ryan Stone

  • Dusk

    Dusk

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    Ryan Stone
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    Dusk Twilight sheds her mantle for night. They come together, meld, succumb. In eyes deeper than time she dies. Ryan Stone

  • The Grey Mornings

    The Grey Mornings

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    Ryan Stone
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    I start at the sound of each car passing on midnight streets outside; hoping it’s you, knowing it isn’t. Dreams fade with your warmth as reality slowly intrudes: it would be enough to fall into your arms and know I’d wake there, too. I am only real when you are near, but you never stay…