DOR

springtime sunshine,

green shades of youth,

I remember your energy,

your voice,

it was the voice

of fresh new rain,

it was the energy of life itself,

it was all I heard,

it was all I needed;

then suddenly you were gone,

and everything was different;

the darkness,

gave way to new light,

springtime breeze,

smelled like an old

and trusted friend,

silence

filled the space

where you once lived,

I searched for so long

without knowing

what it was

I was searching for,

lost in this fog

swirling inside,

only brief memories

of a touch,

echoes of your voice,

it all seemed so ridiculous,

so hopeless,

and what did it matter?

words never changed one thing,

what will be will be,

our lives are nothing

without each other,

meaningless

without the memories;

in the end,

we became

our own god and goddess,

forever linked

with one another;

I remember now.

/

DOR II

the old man looks so hard,

silently watching

as life passes by,

moving so fast,

without a glance

it’s gone,

the power no longer there,

he silently returns

to sweeping the sidewalk,

just a fleeting moment,

a blink of the eye;

I hear your voice,

I feel you in the darkness,

I hold you in the night,

your energy fills me up;

I don’t care

anymore,

I only want you,

I’ve traveled so far,

you are so close now,

I can smell your freshness,

like a springtime meadow,

nothing matters,

they can take it all,

nothing matters

but you;

I give you all I have.

/

DOR III

she searches

for a home to call her own,

with a wisdom

beyond her tender years,

in a life

filled with dreams

and broken promises,

she fights back the tears;

I hold her in my arms,

as her demons

chase her through the night,

softly kissing her sweet face

until the early morning light;

I have loved her soul

from the beginning of time,

I have loved her face

forever.

/

DOR IV

your voice

is the voice of life,

your face

is the face of truth;

you bring me up,

only to dash me

on the rocks below,

closing my eyes,

I scream the words

frozen

in my cold soul,

breaking through

the chains

which hold it forever;

softly

touching my hand,

you bring me down,

only to lift me up

to the highest mountain top,

floating

above the suffering and misery,

dancing slowly

in each other’s arms;

if they only knew,

if they only had seen,

instead of that

which they wanted to know,

which they wanted to see;

it was there,

waiting to be found, but

they walked right on by,

never noticing,

never stopping;

still;

there has always been

you.

.

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