The dream didn't die; it just fell sick. I got it back.
Time burns in me a shadow, which falls before me and behind. It pulls away my memories and puts doubt upon my mind. I bring it forth to find. But I am blind.
Music soothes my troubled soul and makes me laugh; then makes me cry. It moves my heart to flutter and makes me wonder how and why. I sing it if I try. But I am shy.
Sunlight lifts my very spirit as it cracks my weary mold. It fools me with a feeling; I am so young, though I am old. I reach for it to hold. But I am cold.
Friendship offers me a chance; forget the lonely days ahead. Dreams and aspirations I gain, old fears and despair I shed. I'd break with him the bread. But I am dead.
Lane Diamond (David B. Lane) August 10, 1986 Count: 15-15-6-4
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
This is a book of free verse poetry that addresses the seven main tests in life and offers some sensible solutions to passing those tests with minimal discomfort.
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