"Uninspired Romanticism " 1973: poetry by Michael F. Nyiri

One...
Can one be formed so deep as you
Can words mean more than sound
Does everything you say come out in
	Harmonious poetry...
? I have no idea how my mind
has let me steer in the wrong direction
But do people like you
(But there couldn't be another like you)
Hit us in the face with realization
That depth of soul can be possessed
	And is possessed
		By you...

Two...
Highschool memories of jaunty times - 
Times spent with wonderful friends
Michael was my friend
But alas we break our bonds
When we say we won't 
And later meetings are filled with
Stumbling- and searching - and
"Hello...how are you...."
"Fine...I guess."

Three...
How poems are formed
Through people like Michael - 
And people like you
Masters of deception who meet you
Secretly wish they could know you for life
You're like that.
You possess a mysterious,
Somewhat sad quality
Which makes me wish I knew you better
You remain alive
After the visage fades from existence
And snow clouds the waterfalls
From delivering memories forever...
Relish is felt from your initial presence
	And at the same time tears
The last greetings remembered
With kisses goodbye
	And waving hands...

Four...
Once I was a poet
Endowed by the Muse of Heaven
To indite lachrymose Eulogies
Which became sacrificial mementoes
Now I am the prophet - 
Declaring that you will exist
When everyone else fades

Five...
Once Michael was my Rosencrantz,
And I his Guildenstern
And together we conquered the fields
Of truth
And even now his truth lives on 
Even though he is no longer here
But then neither am I here
My truth is only what lives on
in the words I write - 

Six...
But your truth will always be with you
As it is today
It is forever...