The Light
Inquietude,
Raining on my skin.
Solitude,
Where do I begin?
You have walked a thousand miles.
You have lived a hundred lives.
You’ve seen countless smiles.
You’ve cried so many times.
And you have learned to laugh
All the while.
Fortitude,
I fear,
I can never fill your shoes.
First tears then triumph
Then to begin again.
The error of my ways,
My etenal sin.
I was wronged.
I did wrong.
I was hurt.
Then, I hurt.
The cycle does not end.
Oh, my friend.
Each day is new
and bright you see?
We search and search
For destiny,
Then find at last,
a purpose yet.
Just when I remember mine,
Is when I forget.
Strange, the ways of life.
So easy to believe its lies.
Yet, it is life we love and waste.
Its precious gift…
Its sweetest taste…
I will yet find a path
Through this cursed labyrinth
No, No. It is no maze.
’tis not so hard.
For wise men say,
“Open your eyes
And follow the way.”
That’s all.
Cary I think old age has crept up on my faster than I thought possible. I think somehow I have given you a wrong address to my blog twice……please trust this one is correct:
http://crepusculum60.wordpress.com/
I am intrigued because I am quite taken with this poem and I usually don’t enjoy poetry, but yours I seem to feel something special.
Also I clicked on your response and saw your space on Myspace. Very nice…..you had a poem that I want to read again so will visit you again.
I will be adding you to my blog roll so I will find you easily from now on!!
Did you just change this whole page from last night–Wow!!
Thanks cary for writing so well–Frank
Right on, Frank!
Thank you
I love your writings!
I am so happy
we have found each other, my new friend!
Cary