These poems were written especially for my page by Mike Conner, who truly has a way with words.

doubts remorse

when doubts surrounds and want seems such an ache that need takes second place and night becomes a friend in whose arms we need not defend our solitary, unwanted state

the days blur and slip by the summers bright sun and ignores our cry of loneliness and does not seek us out in the shadows of the night

for in wrapping ourselves in our darkness and in hiding our being away for our living.... who will find us there?

if all we can see is what is past and the only company we want to keep is ourselves contained in our doubt

questions will have no answers

for darkness is the day without light where we live unchanged in our remorse.
07-15-97 mike conner

the mountain stream

the stream seems to know coolness of it's touch... the life it gives to the earth and the laughter it sends to all the living creatures

I laid down beside it and listened because it seemed to be the voice of the world speaking in some ancient tongue...

I fell asleep there... under the shade of the tree and when I awoke I felt somehow wiser

perhaps the stream had slipped a word into my seamless dreams

as though a thought has just been born

what wonders could we know if we just knew how to listen...
07-22-97 mike conner


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