When Daniel laughs the stars on high
dim their glow and gather nigh
to hear what joy his laughter brings
and join with him whene’er he sings
When Daniel sighs the world turns blue
and winds will blow a song of rue
for Daniel’s face can light the skies
and turn the wind to bitter sighs
When Daniel cries the earth does too
and so we see the rainbow’s hue
as rain falls down in swiftest weep
and children to their mothers creep
When Daniel hurts the whole world mourns
and colours it in grief’s adorns
where winter lasts and spring long gone
sleet gathers round the boughs forlorn
When Daniel bleeds inflicted pain
the world will watch his bitter bane
and light will fade in sympathy
of Daniel’s plight of misery.
When Daniel dies as soon he must
the world will crack its shelt’ring crust
but molten lava from its core
is not enough to stop this war
The earth cries out Oh! Daniel fight
don’t take the dark road into night
your beauty much too fine for this
so heal yourself with nature’s kiss.
When Daniel laughs the stars on high
will gather near and bless his cry
and he may learn perhaps, to trust
to do the things he knows he must.
Author notes
This is a poem about a young man who fought a war against drug addiction. At the time I wrote this he was winning but losing ground. Unfortunately he recently lost everything including his life. This is my tribute to him.
Written February 1st, 2006
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Wonderful comment of the pure subjectivity of the addict. Self-centeredness is the core of the disease of addiction. In my poem, "Cardiac Parasite," I explore the phenonomen of losing the ability to feel, and having to steal the feelings of others in order to keep a minimal semblance of humanity.
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Ms 'Kethry', you are the most comforting of people, your pen flows with sadness and joy wrapped in one, a feast of emotion to straighten twisted thought. In your poetry we lesser folk find explanations, clarity where none seem available. Thank you.
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This is a very moving tribute. To me, your writing is easy to read because I can count on you (no pun intended) to count your syllables. Good form, good message.
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