Remembering Dell - Poetry/Prose

Where are you?

I sit and look up in the sky,
I think of you and wonder why.
Are you in the stars each night,
Way up high and shining bright?
This is where you said you'd be,
But I look above and I still can't see.
Are you around us everywhere,
I keep watching, but you're just not there.
Where can I find you, just tell me so
Cause there is no way I can just let you go.

Rose Doyle-Lincoln
Dell's Sister

Starry Loss

Bow before your bed at night
your place of peace, eternal light.
Raise my head, envelope my eyes
with starry hatred, elusive sighs.

Love that lives within decay...
love, my pain, I turn away.
Close off the night, give in to blindness
of deafening echoes, lack of kindness.

Crouching down, closer still,
without a soul, nothing more to feel
as I span my arms to the heaven’s built...
heart screaming, pulsing guilt.

You are my life, you are my death...
divine inspiration, my only breath.
Your selfishness ... forever cold,
the fire’s gone, by love untold.

Cristie Beals
Dell's sister

Touching Shoulders

There's a comforting thought at the close of the day
When I'm weary and lonely and sad
That sort of grips hold of this poor old heart
And bids it be merry and glad.
It gets in my being, and drives out the blues
And finally thrills through and through,
It's just a sweet memory, that chants this refrain,
"I'm glad I touched shoulders with you."

Did you know you were brave?
Did you know you were strong?
Did you know there was one leaning hard?
Did you know that I waited, and listened and prayed?
And was cheered by your simplest word?
Did you know that I longed for the smile on your face?
For the sound of your voice ringing true,
Did you know I grew stronger and better because
"I had merely touched shoulders with you"?

I'm glad that I live, that I battle and stive,
For a place that I know I must fill,
I'm thankful for sorrows, I'll meet with a grin
What fortune may bring, good or ill,
I may not have wealth, I may not be great
But I know I will always be true,
For I have in my life, that courage you gave,
When once, I touched shoulders with you!

Author Unknown

Delicate Hope

In the beauty of the morning,
When the birds are singing their song,
I hope to hear your voice,
To let me know that I am wrong.

Instead of hearing that melody waking from a sleep,
I hear the silent, mournful echoes of the memories I keep.
The memoirs of a brother, a man so full of pain,
Who took away his life and left a gunshot blast remain.

Staring out from behind my window of apathetic cries,
Thinking of my beloved, alone, in a room as he dies.
I'm watching as a robin slowly takes his morning bath,
Wondering will I forever be raped with pain of aftermath?

I step outside to feel the cold, brisk air,
Begging for some answers, do I want to live, do I really care?
Then notice the robin, and once again getting filled with hope,
Sure he had been sent by my brother to delicately help me cope.

Cristie Beals
Dell's sister

Not a Friend Around

When you're depressed and feeling down,
There's not a single friend around.
It seems in this world today,
Nothing seems to go your way.
There's not a single thought, idea, or clue
To tell you what you're supposed to do.
You sit and wait on some little voice
To help you make just the right choice.
Sometimes the choice you make is ok
and you've made it through another day.
Then when you choose a path that is wrong,
You are supposed to go on and still be strong.
But not everyone has that inside,
Maybe it's weakness, maybe it's pride.
So full of confusion and despair,
You wonder does anyone really care?
You try another road just to get by,
Another wrong choice, so why even try?
Now there seems to be no way in sight
To turn it around and get it right.
You keep reaching out for an answer or two.
For someone to please just listen to you.
Things seem so hopeless when you're against a wall.
You feel it would be so easy just to end it all.
Another wrong choice? I suppose
Only one person really knows.
Do you go through with it or just fall apart?
That answer comes from within your heart.
Just too tired to keep going on,
You know tomorrow you will be gone.
Be it destiny, or be it fate,
You know for you, it's just too late.
Now people sit and wonder why
This poor lost soul had to die.
Such a loss, such a shame,
But isn't everyone to blame?
For when you're depressed and feeling down,
There's not a single friend around.

Rose Doyle-Lincoln
Dell's sister

How Do I Love Thee?

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!--and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Death Wins Again

Depression's pleading and agonizing cries
Have once again entered my soul.
As death opens the door to darkness,
I stand gaping at eternity's hole.
I can see myself among the dead.
The living don't even care.
They were oblivious to my existance,
But their hate was what had driven me here.
Death grins and beckons.
He utters a coaxing whim,
After all the things I have gone through,
I find myself following him.
I regret leaving my friends
In such a quick and lazy way,
But I feel that human compassion is too minute,
That it would be too painful to stay.
I'm now travelling down endless blackness,
For with death I have a date.
Don't regret the way you treated me,
Because now it is too late.

Jason Simpson

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