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Memories keep flooding I cannot stop their downpour into my face they rumble playing the advocate And I am a captive forced to watch the macabre parade as they struggle along in full sound and color Nothing can fool them They are but reality recalled for enjoyment but presented as horror The tide creeps up my knees bend down the barriers break the gong resounds How she in her beauty and I in my naiveté fell forward in love and feelings of ecstasy The joy was so wonderful the feelings complete that this my reality can never compete To that joy unbidden did flow from her heart and presence was everything and never apart I scream and I cry pounding on somewhere other than why where only I know how For only I who knew can procure the other hue of the life which I endure and force my fun out of this world Despair sets in I cry out again and see her once more a hundredfold score And yet in the morrow I see yet another Beautiful is she and waiting for me Yet also for two must wait she and still cannot decide in haste or love she might waste Her fears come unholding and control her belonging and twist down the pillars of joy love and peace Should I or shouldn't I plagues me night and day for removal things I may bring light to her day And yet I must think that I it can bring and give her the stars upon a silver platter So there sits my mind between pain love and sublime where no one can decide but I. -- August 3, 1997 |
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