Thursday,
May 28, 1981 12:05 p.m.
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
Dear Friend
Dear friend,
Where have you been.
I've been calling and calling for days.
I needed reassurance, but I actually
felt like my apathy was reinforcing
people's negative beliefs
and they were afraid to
give me said reassurance.
Reassurance comes
with time.
Either that of death.
I feel very strongly about death.
But not as strongly as I feel about life -
and most importantly, love.
If someone can touch me for a moment -
and really mean it -
I'm alive -
and in love -
again.
There are no more barriers.
I want to be truth.
I can steer my life
I can steer yours
If you let me.
And if you do
You're steering mine
And we exist as a total
And we never need to hide our pain again.
(In the schoolyard
the children learned
to share.
The teacher had to teach them.
But they wouldn't listen
about sharing,
they weren't stupid.
After all,
They knew what was going on.)
Let us plight this
apathy and
let us learn to live again.
Let us breathe the air and smell the flower.
Watch the love among us blossom and grow.
Let me be your fertilizer
and
may you feel me in your presence
when I'm not around.
Let dancing angels direct us to bliss.
I can experience
I am experience.
copyright 1999-2008 by Michael F. Nyiri
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