A Limbic Poem Poem by Fred Babbin

A Limbic Poem

Life is a walk in the sun, getting wet in the rain,
a touch on the skin. a hug, a light in the eye.
She is my Moon Calf with the sheep's eyes,
halfway to Heaven and my love that knows no bounds.

And I have no peace when madness comes in,
and love goes out the window and death waits.
Death and time, time on the tom-toms,
measuring - with the all persistent pain
of my psychological cancer which never lets go.
I have enough of madness, and my golden sadness
for the both of us.

I am living and can feel the pain that we are facing
in the dark night, good or not, in the emptiness of death,
in the unanswered question: Where is that love
that reads the newspaper and dribbles away to emptiness?
There is only my golden sadness, no rainbows,
and only darkness that will go on forever without me