Were There Times Like These Poem by Lewis Dowell, III

Were There Times Like These



were there times like this,
drifting, listless, wile yet guiless to the wind
an imperfect something, ascending yet descending,
invulnerable vulnerable-
were there times-

moving at a pace cry out at will
to will or never will-
why am i here, to feel
to love to give,
or to be amongst the undone done-
nevermore pleading or bleeding
from the pores of oblivion
but needing the heeding of the words
those words, where in my mind tonight

I fly with the heights, unblighted request of a star
yes, oh yes! a star-
were there times like these-
restless, quiet and restrained
a strong weakly weakness
penetrating the hours need
powerful is the aroma
of stagnant beauty like free flowing
everlastingness, caresses,
hands held high to testify
the glory, and happiness, good tides
the perfect bride of all things denied,
but given, thanksgiving- givings-
oh, oh, oh, oh yes-
were there times like these-

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