I was bopping around and I came across this. Analyzing poetry is something of a mystery to me. The best kind of symbolism and imagery never seems to make the right kind of sense. I think the way it reads, and in particular the way it is read aloud, is the most important part.

Well I read this one aloud and it reminded me of you.

No And

Kisses of the sweetest
days that pass slowly
never seem to find a place to rest

Wishing to be the fleetest
alone but not lonely
spying the object of life's quest

Viing for attention that is unrighteous, dance the way through the words of the song that memories betray

Living the dream of the wandering artist, follow the brilliance of colors knowing they will show me the way

I long for the light

-DQ