Lifes Work

Letters To A Young Poet

Candle nights and wine

June 21, 2004 — Filed under: mypoems

Candle nights and wine, those old memories so kind Thank you for those moments, so precious, so there Those times just wanted to burst with love Those nights void of sleep and peace The good times we’ve had and the disasters we’ve witnessed Complete emotional schizophrenia at it’s highest degree Thank you dear little memories, so calm in your reflection Marvelously soft in your recollections Never anything bad enough to really say good by Daydreaming, it’s as if the acid never wore off completely Stuck in a state of wondering if it’s all real Or if reality will ever return again Thank you oh precious snapshots Oh licorice vines and table topped hinds These eyes have seen it as it was Maddened tear scars and late night battle wounds The hand that slaps and claws in rage and fright Those eye quivering, rationally vacant, writhing with in of hysteria Close the heart, pull in as the turtle does, protect that fragile you Looking out silently from inside, out of reach So lonely and so safe And now I forgot what I was looking for…