"Accolades For Valor" by Matthew Johnson (1993): "She goes through life, gliding, a benevolent seer/ Stopping constantly to aid those in need, those not even dear/ I, an individual, swept up in the storm/ Of a woman, who, in search of herself, defies the norm/ As I, an outcast, fighting myself, yet daring to believe/ That if I ask her aid and succor (and possibly love) she won’t leave/ Giving her heart, mind and soul to every known cause/ Causing me to look about my selfish malestrom, and in introspection give pause/ For all her words, she won’t write about me, does she fail to perceive/ What the object knows to be true and what make believe—/ Words rarely present, presence much more of one/ Is to wish for more as good as wishing for the sun?/ Energy is precious, as I know well to be true/ And I am curious to know, Lorraine, what I can ask of you/ Names are important, they make us who we are/ Much more important than people give credit, by far/ The masses may cry “Lori!” and let them do so!/ For the numbers who call that cannot understand/ They will never know the Lorraine inside, the one crying to live/ Will be forever frustrated by those whose minds are like a sieve/ There may be those who rob her of her world, let them scratch the skin/ They are as pinpricks to the steel within/ These accolades are not exaggeration, not pretentious/ I Just want you to know that there is at least one who is conscious/ That the world is a better place for the life of a woman named Lorraine."

Wednesday, July 22, 1998

A Dim Light Shines

Like the prey of a spider,
I am struggling to escape the fibers;
weakened, by captivation within the web.
Meanwhile, so suddenly, aware of what lies ahead.

I was swimming in transition--
a lone branch in unfamiliar waters,
pushed along by the current;
destination unknown.

Praying for the tepid lake;
fearing relentless rapids;
anticipating roaring falls;

and then came you...

Unlike stones at my feet and sticks floating by;
more than mere driftwood;

In my darkness, a dim light shines.

Still so many ripples of emotion to work through;
still treading; striving to keep my head above the water;

Your face rests in a glow.
Your eyes--windows to a land of smiles--
their amazing blue; a reflection of that tepid lake;
their incredible sparkle; a notion of enlightment.
Both the hurt and the happiness deep within;
a tingling in my heart;

Your smile--a promise of tomorrow;
nothing like the warmth in your arms;
I look up at you, filled with intensity.
I want you. I need you to care for me.
Hold me; touch me; shelter me from harm.

Never go the other way,
but come closer and hold me tight.
Not sometimes,
but always...

And, I will, in return,
give every ounce of my being;
dry your tears; help face your fears;
listen to your thoughts; help you grieve loss;
hold you tight; warm your nights;
help you acquire possessions; help you through life's lessons;
share ups and downs; share smiles and frowns;
gain from experience with you; stand behind each thing you do;
appreciate that which you give; make worthwhile each day you live.

No map has led me to such treasure,
though buried you might have been,
and we both benefit from this find--
an invaluable gift to win!

My love, you may not see it,
as fear consumes your soul,
and my longing for touch; for affection
is time collecting toll.

I think of your kindness
and I am flooded with love for you.
I look downstream and I know,
together we can sail.

And, in my darkness, a dim light shines.

July 1998

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