Poem

I am using a friend's computer, so I am tentatively in the Twentieth Century again. HooHoo!!

When you look at a thing
Can you see behind it?
With closed eyes
can you, still,
Find it?


When you touch a thing
can you feel it's smell
Tell, what it might bring
What song it might sing?

When you hear a sound
Can you sense what you have found
The secret name it bears
The hidden words it shares?

Can you wander lost
Meander like a stream
Can you pay the cost
Of living your own dream?

Can you see the thing that grew
Inside yourself, that's true
Give everything away
Begin again a brand new day?

They Wander Lost

They wander lost, my old lovers
In the misty streets of my memories.
Bleached bones of the skeleton
That is my love life.

When I walk at night
By the side of a lonely street
They stand, wet and shivering
A cold look in their hard eyes.

I have failed so often
That failure has become
My eternal and only lover.