I have never seen anyone like her before I thought these weary eyes had seen it all by now But they had only seen less of what she is more She has always been and will always be somehow Before and after what is gained but to be lost Above and below those things which come but to go Never mind what time it is nor what it might cost I have to take her chance or I will never know
She bears within herself such grace and such supreme Delight to sight and spirit to seem more a dream Than anything seen in waking reality Nothing less than the desire of my dreaming soul She both embodies and inspires my poetry And makes the broken pieces of my heart come whole The first time in as many years as she has been Or has she been forever here inside of me?
Knowing nothing I believe she knows what I mean: I have to take her chance before I have to go
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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Keep writing Brother.
God Bless,
Lew
Regis (Reg)