Touch of life, what part this
and if not to you then where and to whom...
Touch of life, as if to play a part nonetheless
and who am I to ask once again
and yet again as if life were a part to play...
And you the singer (oh, but I the dancer!)
and perhaps certain parts are there to be played
anyway, anyhow...and perhaps only to mix and match,
undecided, indefinite...
As they say over and over again, elective affinities--
ah...but what then?
Touch of life returns to me, like a song
from my youth (though I can't remember the words,
only pale melodies, rocking me gently
moments before the fall).
And I sing the body electric! said the man,
speaking this to me like springing forth from life...
oh, how we body forth, body forth, and the mind
(clear mind, gentle mind) in its own true way does follow--
somehow someone must love us, you and I.
Ah...this touch of life!
Who could ever second guess the motion of this moment,
this incredible singing of one season into another,
the horrendous cry of the wind as it suckles my mind.
(c) 2005 Theodore D. Walther
Knows pain
and is not indifferent
and is not ashamed...
knows pain
and feels tenderness--
affection
is not lost
and hunger
no stranger
but warmth;
knows fear...
calls it friend
and trembles
awake
in sleep,
knows death....
awaiting wide-eyed
every gift,
never asking,
in the moment
this one...
alive!
(c) 2003 Theodore D. Walther
Sunlight and sea spray--
distance composed of old world rhyme
and gentle splash,
magnificence in crash...
These thoughts take me
now formless
like morning
now light
like age...touching
in relief and leaving
Withdrawn, lingering...
tidal in surge and swell--
here full of light,
full of song
And sing to me now
this sunlight and spray
of water and how
these things came to be,
this ocean revealed...
Timeless, mystical--
beauty incarnate
and I
(like an afterthought)
return to you
once again.
(c) 2003 Theodore D. Walther
