The Ever Kissed Dew

Although this site is primarily devoted to commentary that assumes the form of articles and columns, I am going to publish the following poem by Lonnie D Story. No matter how we express our anger; our outrage; our sadness, and our pain; ensuing from the abuses of the current Administration and its imperialist follies; as long as we can find the words to communicate the suffering incurred by the manchild Emperor - no less deluded and dangerous than the epic Nero, who burned the city of Rome as he conversed with his gods - which is a scary comparison to the equally deluded manchild President, George W Bush; the lexicon - no matter what grammatical artifice to which the lexicon are structured; they are worthy of publicity.

R Cole

Lonnie D. Story
Copyright 2007

Tonight I close my eyes weary of the day,
My body to lie upon solemn place,
floor, mattress or grave.
Whether it is to be the night for me,
the dawning of a day,
the time has lost its meaning at all,
the curse is hurried to stay.
I dream of you, my darling bride,
I think of ways inside,
I pray to God I have a chance,
to hold you dearer than the blood I’ve cried.
What should I say to my hope, my care?
What should I answer when, in love I dare,
that this soul of mine,
conflicting in my mind,
find a wisp of a lover’s dream,
a dream of love so kind and naked bare.
My lips have drawn taught,
withered worn and dry.
My kisses of times such pass,
they never knew the rest of your breast.
My craving, starving rain,
is the far more the better driving pain.
In you I found such rest,
that floods of love are wasted.
Pass away all love of floods,
give to me the love of whispered dew.
Yes, rains and pains, forever will,
haunt our souls and taunt us still,
but nothing can replace the strings of music,
the melody of our love quiet and still.
To you my darling,
to you all I give.
To you forever in you, I live,
My heart, my soul, my tears, my eyes,
To you my dreams, my pains and desires.
Above all else and thus it is the most of true,
To you my love, your kisses, your touch,
your whispered breath to my lips,
that is all the thirst I have,
for you my darling,
my saving morning dew.