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|
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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 ...
As a child I saw demons,
Though they said they weren’t real
I’d close my eyes at night,
And a burning fear I’d feel
They told me there were no such things
As the monsters that haunted me
They promised that these things I saw
Could never really be