June 21st, 1978
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poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"Exhausted Pleadings to the End" Cathy poem
"When do things end", the children cry
They are filled with tears and they'll never know why
The adults won't answer, they relax and they hum
Children never find answers until life is done.
At times I gaze deeply
into your saltwater eyes
And I sense that underneath
these rippling waters is a desire
for truth
I feel you searching through
the cloudy blue skies in my eyes
And you find nothing
So you'll never be as close to me
As I want you to be.
At times I glimpse your smile
and its as if my face muscles
are attached to some electric
mechanism
for which you hold the controls
And another second cannot pass by
that I'm smiling too.
At times I feel as if you are
the model for perfection and do not know it.
I feel that you possess untapped wisdoms
Unread philosophies. Unfiltered truths.
But you need someone to tap those
wisdoms, read your philosophies and
filter the truth.
At times I lay back alone and think
of you.
And I try to only remember your
smile,and your eyes, and your
perfection.
Then other times I look at you
and my eyes meet a cement wall
which hides your emotions,
your perfections,
your essence.
My sight searches in vain for
a doorway but none can be found
At times I feel you can turn on
an off your affections for me
as if they were a lightswitch.
At times I feel as if you
really feel you're hurting me.
Life is an ever so complicated puzzle.
The pieces never fit as we would like them to
We spend our fleeting time
trying to decipher looks and gestures,
outbursts and cries.
I lift a face to heaven and ask
"Am I getting through to people?"
Only to be given the realization
that I tend to turn on and off
my affections as if they were
a lightswitch too.
If two people can ever come
together -- so closely -- that they
never feel compelled to turn off
that light --
There's the secret of the universe
And no one will ever need
to cry
again.
copyright 2001 Michael F. Nyiri
