Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Then You Would Know
If you could hear the symphony
that I've heard all my life
that nobody else has ever heard;
the thunders or the sighs...
If you could see a perfect painting
but not just one--
all the hims and hers lined up
telling you their stories
what's true from first light
and the lines they made up
the night before...
If you could stand on the lip of a canyon;
a trench filled with living and dead
and still think that there's a way out
without adding another to the pile
to litter anothers' long march
in the hazy direction called home...
If you could look down a volcano's throat
often enough to talk about the heat
in teacher says tones
while the pot simmers on the burner
no pizza tonight,
If you could live through the seasons
that I've laughed
and gritted through
Summers I've kissed
lived and told
and took to heart
to the oldest alter we've known.
If you could only know
what time itself meant
before knowing the value
of its pace,
and what it would mean
if we could make it lie still,
if only for one moment
Then you would know.
(or do you already?)
And I could stop trying to think of
a better way to end this
sorry bunch of inadequate lines.
I had hoped it would be easier than this--
Once again, I have thank you all. It's not looking good right now, but we won't stop hopng for the best. My Aunt Theresa has lived quite a long life and accomplished much. One can only hope the best for a briliant soul such as hers. Thank you all for you thoughts, and everything else. Sorry if there's any hold up correspondence, I haven't been able to even focus on an email for one second. Soon, I'll have rejoined the ranks of both the real world and the e-world.
But I think about you all the time, right?