Query

[Anton]

Somethign one of my friends wrote:


Should there be one worthy soul
in this collective consciousness,
could that soul please make itself heard

To confirm my suspicions
bolster my irritations,
give me strength in partnership

To answer these questions,
which of me asks
only for the rest to find it incomprehensible

a floodgate of emotion,
a torrent of confusion
eclipsing the sun from my mind

An air of boredom; of restlessness
of confusion, displacement, disparity
a crippling neurosis

In many ways, I am moving on
but where, I know not.
Maybe sideways.

And if this one soul
should answer the questions
which I ask yet cannot explain,

if one person could give me strength
and responsibility
and joy

and if this person could feel
the same way
I do

No matter be they
blind, deaf, lame or dying,
feel the love I feel for them

the caring
the understanding
possibly even the elusive 'truth'

then I would be happy
content to die an old man,
having had a good life,

content to prune and whine
long into my twilight years,
content and warm and wise,

I would forsake my younger years
to give that person everything

if I only
I could hold her

(searching for clarity and parity, the sisters of sanity)

:c: Diva 2001-2001