| While on my journey I stepped onto a path, where I had not passed before. There on my left was a river, where the water was clear and deep. Sunlight danced over the stones, and a spray touched my face. A song touched my heart, and,there, I knew myself again. I followed my path up the mountain, For I had to know the place. I passed myself going down another way And I watched as I went...wondering. As I reached the top The stream went up and down In a circle, back into itself. The water was deep and dark And in the pools I saw her face. I reached over to touch her But wine touched my lips And into her eyes...I fell Earle Donaldson, Nov, 15, 1993 Poetry 2 |
| The Journey: "Her eyes" |
| "The more each person strives and is able to seek his profit (to perceive his being), the more virtue does he possess; on the other hand, in so far as each person neglects his own profit he is impotent." Spinoza |
| When darkness falls, do you feel alright Will -any_thing help_ what you did to_night? Shit'n and a beating on the one that you love What the hell_____you be'en think'n of? There in the darkness I could hear, a sound to raise most any fear. It took some time for me to figu'r out, I was in for a place to keep it in my mind. For,..I had not seen this place before, and wondered While on my journey I stepped onto a path, where I had not passed before. There on my left was a river, where the water was clear and deep. Sunlight danced over the stones, and a spray touched my face. A song touched my heart, and,there, I knew myself again. I followed my path up the mountain, For I had to know the place. I passed myself going down another way And I watched as I went...wondering. As I reached the top The stream went up and down In a circle, back into itself. The water was deep and dark And in the pools I saw her face. I reached over to touch her But wine touched my lips And into her eyes...I fell |