heliotis@rochester.UUCP (Jim Heliotis) (08/17/83)
I normally do not copy other poets' work into this newsgroup, but this little song has been on my mind a lot lately, so I thought it might help to write it down. A few of you may recall a bizarre poem I wrote back in the fall about the conception of our first child. Well, little Sasha is 2.5 months old now. Anyway, here goes.... Dawn, like an angel Lights on the stairs Muting the morning she heralds Dew on the grass, like The tears the night wept Long gone before the day wears old Time stills the singing A child holds so dear And I'm just beginning To hear Gone are the pathways The child followed home Gone, like the sand And the foam Pressed in the pages Of some aging text Lies an old lily a-crumbling Marking a moment Of childish respect Long since betrayed and forgotten Time stills the singing A child holds so dear And I'm just beginning To hear Gone are the pathways The child followed home Gone, like the sand And the foam Dan Fogelberg (1981?) ... oh, well, maybe you need the music to appreciate it; it's like a lullaby. Jim Heliotis (@)Rochester(!)