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A tribute ... to Richard

 
 
Styx
20:16 / 07.09.05
It’s dark as night

I can’t see
can’t feel
can’t smell
can’t breathe

Yet I can Think

Where am I

I can remember a face, a face I love

I can remember a room
A room of wires and machines
A room of life
A room of hope

A death room
An ending room

Or is it a beginning

Wait … I can see, see something
I can see the face I love
I can hear her smile
I can …

I will her to step in to the darkness with me
One step, a small step
Darkness that turns to light

It’s light as day

I can touch light
I can touch the stars
Light as air
Light as thought
Light as life

I can touch my love
Touch her life
Light her life forever
I can …
 
 
sleazenation
20:40 / 07.09.05
Excuse me if i'm being dense, but richard who?
 
 
Mourne Kransky
21:32 / 07.09.05
More of a Creation thread, no?
 
 
Sax
06:31 / 08.09.05
God, I miss him, too. And his roomful of wires that made that big clock go round.

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However, if I'm being insufferably insensitive and someone close to Styx called Richard has indeed died, then perhaps we need just a wee bit more explanation for the thread, huh?
 
 
Styx
19:33 / 08.09.05
Actually, I was sort of hoping somebody would critisise the poem. I wanted to know what people think about it, if it's crap or slightly good or could be improved on. I posted it on the "Books" part but it got moved.