Of poetry and not much else!

Found a very old piece of paper.This was what was on it...

"Sitting by the stream,at the far end of the field

looking up at the sky,so deep and blue

the wind rushes by me

and suddenly reminds me

of half forgotten lyrics,of unwritten stories

of shared laughter,of unbidden memories

of december rain....and of you

i remember growing up together

the best of friends, forever

the laughter,the fights and tears

the shared ice creams and unnamed fears

Then becoming young enough to consider ourselves old

our sweetest dreams and towering ambitions untold

except to each other

there was nothing we could not do,there was nothing we could not be

because i was you and you were me

But then ..one day i woke up and faced an unacknowledged truth...

did you see it in my eyes?

feel the change in my love

that i tried so hard to disguise

I can still hear the pain in your voice

telling me you had to go away

but that one day it would be all right

that the hurt would stop...

and all i could feel was an agony so blinding,so bright

that it filled my entire being

and became part of me from that rain drenched december night...

And slowly time went on

And events occurred

And i could laugh again

I could sing at times

and watch movies,and gossip

slowly there were new people and new friends

Life went on.....and i thought i'd healed

But today,sitting by the stream,at the far end of the field

looking up at the sky,so deep and blue

the wind rushes by me,and suddenly reminds me

of sleepless nights,of forgotten dreams

of bittersweet melodies,of countless little things

And i know that i will never be free of you"

I wrote this when i was 19 years and going through,what my sister calls "a fraud phase",meaning that i wrote things which had absolutely no relation to real life.actually,when it comes to poetry,i still do that.my stories nearly always have some parallel with my own life..i remember being strangely happy and utterly content the day i wrote this,which should give you some idea how much of a fake i can be!

It has been the coldest winter in my memory,not that that means anything because i have a lousy memory,but seriously.i mean ive been shivering my way through the days,just trying to stay alive,from one to the next.all the shaking exhausts me,and i drop of to sleep at some ungodly hour,like 9:30.my social life,not particularly scintillating to start with, has rapidly deteriorated to recriminations and accusations from my friends,none of whom have the capacity,or indeed imagination,to sympathise with my plight!!

oooh,getting sleepy again.i know this by the strange buzzing in my head and the increased frequency of typos.will finish by quoting a poem by my sister,at around the same age as me when i wrote the piece above...she is a much better poet than i will ever be,which is a fact i mostly accept with equanimity,consoling myself by remembering that i had a little something to do with it by handing her books when she was three and a half,an adorable looking urchin,with a distressing tendency to tag after me everywhere,drooling, and being disgusting and persistent,in equal measures.here is one of her random things..

"I am looking beyond the sea and the sky

I am looking beyond the dark and the light

Looking for a love that transcends time

I am looking beyond forever....

Springs turning to summer,winters turning to fall

And still i am waiting to hear your call

And i am willing to wait till eternity

And beyond..."