Nameless but not always blameless
Of me but not mine
We are sperm of our father
Ovum of our mother
Many but one

A village under one roof
Many flames but only one chimney
A human spectrum observed through a kaleidoscope
Whose scattered particles create one fragmented window

Voice through my mouth speaking
I through your mind thinking
Carried to places known yet unknown
And it’s through these eyes you see

Anger nudges compassion
Exhilaration knows frustration
Emotion runs the gamut of the tide of time
Oft times unaware of which face it is wearing

No honky tonk piano accompanies the lantern slides
Voices and sounds echo clear
As they meander through the maze of the mind’s creativity
Busy, always busy

Don’t go! We mustn’t die just yet
And quiet! Child, be not afraid
For a time we must linger
And if perchance the time should come
For us to say ‘goodbye’
It will be with a kiss from these lips
And mourning from this heart

Who knows?
Perhaps a single fragrant rose
Shall become the metamorphic tribute
To this life’s mixed bouquet

08/07/2002

Posted on 08/07/2002
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