This is a recount I hold highest in my memory.....that's all.
Somewhere in the desert,
Closer to L.A. than I expected.
I must have fallen asleep sometime.
The scenery passed languidly
Like it was unwilling.
It didn't feel much like a dream,
More like a memory
Dawning on me from the safe archive of my mind.
I saw a man, walking, like he was condemned
Forever to walk.
He kept glancing back.
Glancing as if he never saw a sight
Like that in his life.
We drove on.
The sun raged, but there was a caressing
Wind.
So I said nothing.
He was steady, both eyes on the road before us.
He acted unknowing, but he knew I stirred all along.
He had a crucifix around his neck
And his hair moved as if it were another being.
I wondered about this.
I leaned back and sighed.
He gave a smile but didn't take his eyes off the road.
He lit a cigarette and smoke
Spiraled, welcoming me to conversation.
He said, 'do you know why we are free? In one place and in another just as quickly?'
I thought, then I said 'no. why?'
'Because we are born. Just making ourselves known here.
It signifies everything. Given with life but not taken with death.'
I smiled, he seemed so high above,
Like a constellation of stars,
All-knowing, immaculate
He began to sing
I can't remember it. It seems so far away,
Like a faded photograph.
Soothing, I felt I was the only one who could understand it.
And.... I tried to hold on to it,
But how do you hold on to a cloud, and keep in your hands?
I looked out. Still feeling the song wash around me.
It was the only time I knew who I was
And where I was going at the exact same time.
Poetry by Zane
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Written on 2006-11-21 at 11:51
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The Drive
We were driving,Somewhere in the desert,
Closer to L.A. than I expected.
I must have fallen asleep sometime.
The scenery passed languidly
Like it was unwilling.
It didn't feel much like a dream,
More like a memory
Dawning on me from the safe archive of my mind.
I saw a man, walking, like he was condemned
Forever to walk.
He kept glancing back.
Glancing as if he never saw a sight
Like that in his life.
We drove on.
The sun raged, but there was a caressing
Wind.
So I said nothing.
He was steady, both eyes on the road before us.
He acted unknowing, but he knew I stirred all along.
He had a crucifix around his neck
And his hair moved as if it were another being.
I wondered about this.
I leaned back and sighed.
He gave a smile but didn't take his eyes off the road.
He lit a cigarette and smoke
Spiraled, welcoming me to conversation.
He said, 'do you know why we are free? In one place and in another just as quickly?'
I thought, then I said 'no. why?'
'Because we are born. Just making ourselves known here.
It signifies everything. Given with life but not taken with death.'
I smiled, he seemed so high above,
Like a constellation of stars,
All-knowing, immaculate
He began to sing
I can't remember it. It seems so far away,
Like a faded photograph.
Soothing, I felt I was the only one who could understand it.
And.... I tried to hold on to it,
But how do you hold on to a cloud, and keep in your hands?
I looked out. Still feeling the song wash around me.
It was the only time I knew who I was
And where I was going at the exact same time.
Poetry by Zane
Read 554 times
Written on 2006-11-21 at 11:51
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