Frustrated that everyone uses my hall closet to dump their rubbish, I can't stand clutter, I undertook the daunting task of cleaning out all their crap. While I was clearing out the last 2 years worth of paper, pens, crayons, games, model kits and such I stumbled upon some old journals of mine. I thought I'd share a poem I wrote back in '96.
Before There Was You
A church with no voices raised,
singing loud in heavenly praise,
is just four walls 'round a silent room.
That was me before there was you.
A ship with no guiding star
aimlessly drifting near and far,
with no harbor to sail into.
That was me before there was you.
A world where darkness fell
like a coin down an empty well
where no wish had been whispered.
That was me before there was you.
That was me before there was you,
the last dark cloud in a sky of blue
On a lonesome wind just passing through.
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