This new poem was was recently submitted by Dave. - poetheart 08/30/02
The icicles compel me,
to write something that will everlast.
The snowy white mountain tops,
explain to me life's duty, its goal.
Is there a reason that needs to surface?
Am I just a boy? Do I have a life's purpose?
Take me by the hand and lead the way,
through the snowy desert of life.
Be my angel, my guardian who protects,
And forever more will I write these words,
to outlast every living breathing thing.
As the pen moves silently across an ocean,
of whiteness, making streaks unknown,
like brail, even the blind can feel my flesh.
A simple touch and all will restore,
my life's purpose, to be me, forever more.
by Dave Paranese~E.E.