All hymns attributed
And poems dedicated
All words spoken
terms of endearment encashed!
All harmonies rhymes
No song remain unsung
No melody uncomposed
Yet every morning struggles
reveal something new to me
Still this freshness anonymously
Pass
into the staleness
of my age
where seemingly new
is all deja vu
soaring in you love
is momentary lapse of reason
But locked out in
Solitary confinement of in expression
I reflect
Shall I crave for insanity
For sanity is penance
Or shall I pray to forget you
Through why live at all? (what with remain)
But then I resolve
That I shall flow
As I’ve done before
Once a while touch your shore,
Yearn to live forever
To touch it once more

January 26,1999

Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin

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