Patti Lance had dreamed of me
And already loved me
I was born to thunder and
Lightning long ago
Everyone was wondering
If it might mean something
And if so who I might be
None would understand
Like my mother who would know
Having taken this chance
She announced me to the sky:
Steven Curtis Lance
Though the paintings got destroyed
Some say they have enjoyed
The music I left behind
When I lost my mind
Some of it sung on Sunday
I hope to hear someday
If they go to church again
Not that I have been
Anywhere but anyway
Because as you can see
Nothing left but poetry
Now here at the end
By the kindness of a friend
Or two to do or die
Something better than nothing
I do to get through
Shared with you as we transcend
Together wondering
Maybe understanding too
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A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
Ron
Love ya!
Jane