In Search Of Light:

In the deep dark mejik I fell under tonight,
There were ghosts and miseries,
Plans I could never see.

The windows all were closed,
But a draft fell on my candle flame,
Tears were never far,
Angels on the window sill.

Funny how the night is so deep in between my ears,
But it's just a bit south and left where the hole lies,
And nothing can ever quite fill it right again.

No, I can't give you the crystal ball answers,
No I can't open the blinds on life,
All I can do is stand here looking for the lighthouse,
Wondering where you are.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 08/21/2003

Author's Comments:
Missing those who've passed beyond my world.

Hi, Mom, I was just thinking of you today. Funny, I do that most days, thinking maybe you're peeking over my shoulder here at the switch, watching what I write, wondering at all the escapades we kids are pulling off. I guess no one ever comes here to Earth prepared to miss someone every day. You can't write about it as often as you think about. Spouses sure don't understand, they just think they've "cut the cord" as they like to call it. As if being close to your parents or siblings is something wrong. It's a funny, subtle thing I don't even think they recognize that they do. Anyway, I hope you are having long talks with Noni & Nono. I hope you're up there telling E how cool his music STILL is. I sent Kat the two ringers for you. I think she thought that was pretty cool. Go knock 'em around once in awhile and let her know you remember...

I would really like it if you came and said hi through Saren some time soon. I'm sorry I couldn't do that the day you were leaving, it was just too much, silly as all that is. And I hope your angel is helping all those who need it so badly. I'll be reading in the chicago Poetry Fest this year. I think I might do one for you if I get that far...

Love,

Dan