1970/1980

"Oh my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs,
Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice,
and thy countenance is comely"
                                                  Song of Solomon ch. 2, ver. 14

You were seven when U2 released The Joshua Tree
Everyone believed they still hadn't found what they were looking for
But Bono found the words, and everyone supplied a voice
Eleven years later, I still haven't found what I don't understand
But still try to look for
I have carried the words inside and cry in my own voice
How that voice has changed
1987 was the year; the first line in my notebook reads:
"I often stop to ponder things…"
And I still do

When I was seven, before you were even born
I won a spelling contest with your name
The letters through my lips escaped so fast
My teacher couldn't understand me
(Few of them ever did)
Tonight, saying your name, the words escape my lips
Full of memories and desires
To be special, it's what we all were looking for
Special to some one outside ourselves
How does it feel to be special everyday?
How special did you feel today?
Does it carry always from one day to the next?
And where were you when they  all were wearing black?
Do you?

You were seven when Vanessa first noticed me
And life was walking lightly on rocks in the rain
She had that glitter-blue shock on the tips of her bangs
But that was nothing
Compared to a stroke of your blonde, electric fur
You are a magnet for memories and desires
But show me that it all hasn't been done
Felt, heard, or sung before
Use the words that no one's penned
And supply your own joyous voice
It's newer and prettier than mine is
How my voice has changed
A little older now, often stopping
To ponder things
So rarely do I allow it to escape
My lips

12/11/98 rev. 12/18/98