a poem by Daniel chair
A patch of grass,
on my brick path in the garden,
when I ripped it from its soil,
I felt its pain,
quickly and without notice it grew itself within me,
I felt as if it were to over power me,
so I started to tear it off,
yet i my mind I couldnt quit see,
what was truly happening,
until I looked at my heart,
there in the order of disorder,
there in the confusion of my emotion fussion,
I realized....
I came to,
yet as I opened my eyes the plant ceased to embrace me,
I felt cold as if the warmth had left my body,
I felt the garden, and into the night, I walked down the street,
into the pouring rain,
so many thoughts and emotions to put together,
so many things,
to blow me away,
like a feather,
I was there in the weather left with little to trace,
to little to forget,
to much to ignore,
still I went on with no regret,
even so, I kept asking,
across the night,,
"what was it about you oh fogein life ever growing on my walk way? is it your hyecent hair that glyecens the smallest of lights."
"O!," "what is it about you, what is it?!?."
Never did I foucse on your image,
for I first met your heart,
and I loved your heart,
mabey it happend when I embraced your presence,
sensed your essense,
or was I confused,
by the senselessness of my senses,
Now the sun rises,
and I start to think,
mabey Im just darranged,
and starring into the burning sun,
mabey Ill burn with the sun while trying to rearrange my thoughts...........