I think that it is his best poem so far. And he will struggle to match it again. …
Wednesday, November 23, 2011 10:14:08 AM
Now, as I ponder over my given years, I see faces I know and things that I feared
Sometimes its misty, sometimes its so clear …all passing time, measured by ones I hold dear.
So much may not be, as I peer out the door.
I can never love less, I have always loved more.
My place on this earth, a refugee from the storm
That brings me to now and my present form.
When I see the sky, I know I am alive
That this heart I have gained grew when I realised
Its as hard to be me as its hard to be you.
But we are what we are, when we do what we do
The measure of life
Of all that is true
Is what we let die
And all that we grew
So as dusk clears the sky of the blue and the bright, as I measure my blindness, time measures my sight.
I give thanks for the Sun,
The days and the nights
And for all things that went wrong and the things that went right, for the blackness of nothing, or lack of the light that bore witness to me…
And a life brilliant white.
I think its effing brilliant!