I've watched you
through these years
give yourself away
It happened slowly,
nearly unnoticed
like a slight faucet drip
with every forced smile
you handed away small
pieces of yourself
I wonder if
you felt
it was a worthy
compromise?
sometimes still
I search you
for that lost spark
of what once was
I can't help but
remember
when your eyes
held hope and dreams
instead of the scathing
sadness of regret.
~Eric Vance Walton~
Your voiceCasts a certain Enchantment Blowing Into the corners Of our minds Like an Indelible wisp
It's a Song that Sparks a silly grin Casting out Our blues And making Us, if only for a Moment, forget The weary miles Walked in Our shoes, Life Is new
It's true As long As we Carry your Sweet song In our hearts The world is A finer place, bone china And delicate lace, cups always brimming With the Rarest tea.
Leave us lifted With each note to savor, Every phrase Is a savior That will whisk Mundane Worries away.
~Eric Vance Walton~
This poem is dedicated to Stacey Kent and Jim Tomlinson.
It grew me right upThis blessing, this curse This thing that compelled me To become a reluctant deity Contriving a world and all that Gives it breath
Once the ambrosia of creation Brushes against your lips You rely on its complexity to complete you
this monkey that clings so desperately to my back screeching its words of wisdom Gleaned from lifetimes Of living in this harsh world
To have nothing more than that, would be enough a stone cold faith in these words and that they have somehow changed me, grew me right up Anything more is gravy.