Spring

from Joe H - Wednesday, August 07, 2002
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Well we've been hearing a lot of free verse lately, some of which is pretty good, but I thought I'd demonstrate that Family kids do understand the concepts of rhythm and rhyme (or was I the only one who read the Rhyme Book?)

I wrote this a little over a year ago to a person who probably doesn't exist.

You are the sigh of the multitude
As winter surrenders to spring
The anxious feeling that floats through the air
From the flowers that wait to bloom
The very earth trembles in anticipation
It knows you are not far away
And a breeze so gentle it cannot be felt
Is softly whispering your name

You are the smile of the flower as it lifts
It's head to greet the sun
The moisture remaining inside its blossom
As a gentle wrinkle appears
On the horizon that glows as the sun emerges
So subtle, sublime, yet superb
That makes you the myth from the times of old
That so many longed for in vain

One knows not if he hears or merely imagines
The music in which you reside
You are all of those lingering pictures and sounds
Of the dreams that have faded with time
That words that echo on the ears of the mind
And evoke something greater beyond
From the dream of a woman you've become more abstract
A concept, a goddess, or God

The line is so blurry and I can't tell
Where you end and nature begins
For everything in it contains something of you
And bestows it upon you again
And when you appear in reality
Will your truth set me free?
Or will she be yet another mistranslation
Of something that's out of my reach?