UNTITLED (Reprise)
seek now and come
to hither past
the love which was
my first and
last
the joys and sorrows
tears and pain
whither petals lacking rain
am
i but a poet?
are you but my muse?
i wait for direction
your touch my excuse
to
forage untempered
on trails my Love
on trails within me
on paths of my love
inside
me is hidden
a dark haunted soul
this soul's been in hiding
two memories
old
so touch me then listen
oh listen quite well
disturb now this slumber
so
dreams i may tell
dreams i shall tell you
of these understand
this child
fell sleeping
a boy now a man
am i but a poet?
are you but my muse?
whisper
dances that capture
these visions
to offer my music
for you
Brooklyn Bridge on the East River, New York
t. shannon mapes
copyright 1993
Albert Bridge on the Thames, London