This is an old poem I am publishing here for archival purposes. It was updated May 5, 2001.I do not remember the original date it was authored.
Pain at feeling loved and feeling good
Pulsing heart opened wide
Crystal tears shed upon the ground.
Raised is my crooked staff
Ressurection of the corpse within
Spoken words no longer inside
Unquestioned silence of the nights
Laying awake, feeling alone
seeing my walk down that road
seeking mountain on the horizon
She saw my Road, my calloused feet,
The burden I carried.
For her to keep me company
as I wandered that wasted road.
As she walks with me now
I still hurt for love unrequited
but the road is far more bearable.