Jeff Bresee

Rookie (10/29/1970 / Salt Lake City)

The Way To When - Poem by Jeff Bresee

A million ways to spend a day
Not tried them all but have to say

That if I had the way to when
I’d quiet find and open then

The pages of the poet’s hand
Then fly away to distant land

Or feel the fire of deep desire
Submersed in words, I’d never tire

Or float through worlds that few have known
No boundaries there, no thoughts of home

Nor caring what is real or dream
As feelings flow like crystal streams

Which feelings I am lost to find
Inside my heart, inside my mind

In daily walk amongst the dead
Cast to the sea with boots of lead

I feel that I would drown and die
My only hope the thought that I

Can find again the way to when
I’m all alone with such a friend -

The healing words of poet hands
The only words I understand

…Jeff Bresee


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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 28, 2009



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