Love
love
what possesses a 52
year old man
to begat a child, he
wondered.
And the answer
swelling beneath his hand
kicked a message of
love bonding to his heart.
Love – lyric of age
upon age
is the message of the
medium
for all else is dumb
brute. Love is
a rainbow of meaning
from lust to God
from unborn babe to
bursting naked
passion in the
night. Love flows down
the generations –
father to son,
mother to child
and with unflagging
hands we pass it on
a wave front passing
through time and space
and all that begs it is anathema.
Himself
When, if Ever - Don Blanding
When blood is water; when the call of spring
Falls dully on my ears; when everything
Is just one heavy monotone of gray
And dawn’s a torture, meaning "here’s a day
To live in weary waiting for the night
With sleep to blot all beauty from my sight";
When tears and love and laughter are the same;
When life’s a task and not a joyous game;
When living’s but a race without a goal;
When I am old in body, heart, and soul;
When all I know as me in me has fled;
Then, and then only, will I say, "God Pan is dead!"
I may have posted this before - but if so I still like it
Falls dully on my ears; when everything
Is just one heavy monotone of gray
And dawn’s a torture, meaning "here’s a day
To live in weary waiting for the night
With sleep to blot all beauty from my sight";
When tears and love and laughter are the same;
When life’s a task and not a joyous game;
When living’s but a race without a goal;
When I am old in body, heart, and soul;
When all I know as me in me has fled;
Then, and then only, will I say, "God Pan is dead!"
I may have posted this before - but if so I still like it
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