Speak Softly

I thought I’d go ahead and re-post this one for Open Link Night over at dVerse since it is one of my personal favorites. 🙂

Speak softly

Gentle child

And tell me what you’ve seen

What you’ve heard

What’s been done

Where you’ve been

Who are you?

I knew you

Or someone like you

In pastel colored days

When the sky was always a haze

And the foul minded

Sheet metal world didn’t exist

 

That was love

Obliviousness

Sweet pale blindness

A youthful ecstasy

So that the gods sighed with nostalgia

Time took away my blindfold

As well as you

And when I opened my eyes

The world was black

 

Speak softly

Gentle girl

And tell me

Is the world still as it seemed?

Can I still look through rose colored glasses?

Or will it look like fire?

Engulfing a civilization

On the brink of discovery

Can I still look through rose colored glasses

And see you?

 

Reality has no lover

Time knows no shame

And fate has no fear

Of crushing a love

Of murdering feeling

Like a firing squad of the damned

 

Speak softly

Gentle lady

My mind is sore

And I am scream sick

Tortured by reality’s half-sung chorus

Speak of your highway

And those who have toured there

Like a documentary

Filling my head with new mysteries

I can only pretend to understand

 

Ruin comes quickly

As a new fad sweeping the nation

And passes just as muddled and confused

Resurrection comes at a high price

 

Your words, dear lady,

Are the words of god

On a clear night

On the open plain

Speak softly

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9 thoughts on “Speak Softly

  1. really like this…it is gentle in the right places and probing in others….a fav part is I am scream sick Tortured by reality’s half-sung chorus…nice…lots of cool textures in it too…

  2. You ask twice the question; “Can I wear rose colored glasses?” I answer with a resounding YES!. I enjoyed your poem, it’s tenderness, your romanticism.

  3. Love these thought provoking words of yours.

    Me, I shall continue to view the world through rose-tinted glasses – only taking them off when I absoloutely must…

    Anna :o]

  4. “Speak of your highway
    And those who have toured there
    Like a documentary
    Filling my head with new mysteries
    I can only pretend to understand”

    The mysteries are many here and sensitively suggested.

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