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Sunday, April 24, 2005

Where the next step will lead...

“Who can say?”

Who can tell us our names?
Who can say where our next step will take us?
Who knows who we are?

Who can say?

Can the moon?
Can the stars?

But they choose not to speak
Save in silent whispers
On clear, cold nights
In early spring,
Whisper to the shadows they cast
In their pale, refreshing light
Of a man not quite yet a man
On the steps of his home
And his life as it changes
Beneath his feet.

And as he turns his face
To the cold night’s breeze,
The light is caught and held
By the clear eyes
Of the man not quite a man
And it is a sweet whisper indeed.

“Who can say?”
He whispers back and looks
To the ground
In the light,
To the next step
He must take,
And the man
Not yet a man
And not alone
Beneath the moon
And the stars
In the cool
And breathes
And knows
And steps…

“Who can say?”


Blogger heartlikeaglass said...

*sigh* prettiness. what more is there for me to say?

11:10 PM  
Blogger The George said...

Who can say... yeah...

11:29 PM  
Blogger gelfling said...

poem for jo :)

3:34 PM  
Blogger PlushToy said...

"Wow, that was nice. I liked that"


9:26 PM  
Blogger heartlikeaglass said...

mmm, pretty much. (and also much pretty...)

8:01 PM  
Blogger Aaron (ya that annoining little 7th graider) said...

good poem
i'd give a less genaric compliment but i have no poetic vocabulary so if i tryed it would probably make absulutely no sence

5:59 PM  
Blogger Catherine said...

Hey ben, check it out.. I wrote a haiku just for you on my blog!

11:34 PM  
Blogger PlushToy said...

Dude, someone wrote me a haiku (or more precisely wrote a haiku for me). That rocks my socks and is, in so many words, unbelievably awesome. No, do not speak. I must check it out immediately. I must away. Quickly Neby, to the Ben-Cave*!

*more of a lair than a cave, really.

11:54 PM  

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