**I was just looking through some old notebooks of mine from the 90’s and I came across this. I don’t even remember writing it, which is unheard of for me! I think I’ll try adding more to it sometime, but for now, here it is- my Lost Poem from 1996 🙂 **
If I’m standing at the edge of the world
I can look over the side
Without a fear inside
If I’m with you
If I’m lost a thousand miles away
I can walk through the strangest place
Without a worry on my face
If I’m with you
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
(This is an older poem I wrote in the 90’s, but it’s one of my favorites)
The Noise of Silence 