"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."

Saturday, April 08, 1989

Eternal Sunset

Alone in a sunset, reading the sky;
Salmon waves fall to my eye.
No meaning does it have, however,
because the sky goes on forever.

With you in a sunset, looking above;
Life ripens into peace with the grace of a dove.
Your arms around me; keeping me warm;
Nothing now could do me harm.

Coral shading of the overhead view;
like my heart when I met you.
It shadows the sun as my heart did alike,
and the rosy dusk welcomes the night.

The clouds bulge beyond the sky,
covering the sun as they're drifting by.
Your love blanketed my heart
and I was in love straight from the start.

The beaming rays fall ever so gently
chasing away all that lies violently;
causing a light to dance on the water;
gradually cooling while growing hotter.

A sudden gust of wind blows a breeze,
delicately rocking all of the trees.
All above colors blending together;
truly, our love is this glorious weather.

As the sun fades away and dark grows near,
my heart beats slowly and I tend to fear,
that our love might slip like the eternal sun,
and leave me alone again as one.

April 8, 1989

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