They Asked  

docdirk 47M
5418 posts
1/7/2006 4:13 pm

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8/13/2006 2:22 pm

They Asked


Recently, I was rummaging through one of those piles of "stuff" that everyone has, but that no one knows for sure what may lie within. It was there that I found this. I have no idea what it is, but I found it interesting for two reasons:

1) I can't remember WHEN I wrote it
2) I can't remember WHO I wrote it for.

I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not.

They asked me if I’ve seen you lately,
and I replied yes.
For only this morning I watched in wonder
as a brightly shining orb pierced
the darkness of the sky
illuminating everything of beauty below.
I saw cool, refreshing drops
of glorious aqua mist take form
on the satin soft petals of a lone rose.
I saw a vapid gray covering of
stagnant vapors instantaneously transformed
into a liquefied oasis of indigo hopes and dreams.

They asked me if I’ve heard from you lately,
and I replied yes.
For only today I heard the harmonious melody
of a thousand singing winged angels flying
from branch to branch with the song of life.
I heard the uncorrupted jubilant laughter
of innocent youth frolicking in
the green pastures of the good earth.
I heard the peaceful trickle of
the mighty rivers as they lazily flowed
at a pace of their own, enjoying the day,
undisturbed from their course.

They asked me if I knew what you were up to,
and I replied yes.
For life provides certainties in small doses.
Men shall fight and die forever more
for freedom and the joy it grants.
Seasons must change with each new year
bringing with them special magics all their own.
Life must replenish its stock
following some ancient recipe which
provides stability on the most perilous of plains.
And you must continue to be you,
for goodness knows no other way.

They asked me if I missed you,
and I replied yes.
For a period of time somewhere between
recently and eternity, I forgot how to appreciate.
Appreciate the sights I see.
The sounds I hear.
And the feelings I feel.
They exist now in rationality only.
The spark which brings life to life
in and around me was doused
the day I stopped being with you.
Yes I miss you.
Yes I miss living.


Ah, Its you again, Your Angel Feathers and your Blood Stains...


rm_cockmerollme 45F
1223 posts
1/7/2006 8:22 pm

SWEET.

LET'S GO METS!!!


duststormdiva 51F
6854 posts
1/7/2006 11:47 pm

Absolutely beautiful!

DustStormDiva


NSAAddict 42F

1/8/2006 8:43 am

wow Doc, really touching... beautiful! If you can't remember who you wrote it for, then you must have gotten over her and moved on with life... always a good thing NSA


mangomamiCT 42F

1/8/2006 7:50 pm

Who knew you were so deep ? Just kidding lovely!

P.S. Do you usually forget the women in your life so easily ?


docdirk 47M

1/8/2006 9:43 pm

Thank you all: mizzkitka, cockmerollme, dusty, NSA and mango for your kindness. I feel that I do need to be upfront about something. This is a work of pure plagarism. I stole this from someone I used to be. Someone that knew how to feel, to care, to risk his soul. It has been years since I knew the person who wrote this. I'll let him know you liked what he had to say.

PS, mango, I don't normally forget those that touch me. It's just that through my hibernation, I seem to have lost a lot of what used to be.

Ah, Its you again, Your Angel Feathers and your Blood Stains...


mangomamiCT 42F

1/9/2006 8:05 pm

I have often felt that way lately , like I cannot feel too deeply . It's like being an actor and just playing the part most days . Sad


SilkenKiera 37F  

1/10/2006 2:03 pm

My friend the poet! I love your work, please keep posting!

Kiera


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