Lynda Remus Poems
|1.||Don'T Try To Save Me||4/14/2007|
|4.||A Call From The Wilderness||4/14/2007|
|7.||To You, Who Are Not Yet But Still May Be||4/14/2007|
|8.||Was, Am, Will Be||4/14/2007|
|17.||All These Years||4/14/2007|
|19.||Darkness And Daylight||4/14/2007|
Darkness And Daylight
You love the day, worship the light.
You mourn the setting of the sun, hide from the night.
I curse the light of day, though most would praise and cheer.
I say if there were no light, the dark would hold no fear.
How would we feel about the dark if the harsh bright sun had never shone?
We would not wish for light!
For we would know the dark, alone.
It is the harsh, stark light of day which makes the dark of night seem cold.
Dark is bad and light is good, or so I have been told.
But without the dark, what would be the light?
What would a day mean, if we ...
All These Years
All these years
All these tears
All this time
I blamed you
But maybe the fault was mine.
What is wrong with me?
Why do you love me for a moment,
Then forget me for long days, months, years
You aren’t here, even when you are you aren’t