Napkins: Rare Poetry and Prose Archives, 1995-2004 by Steve Dustcircle - HTML preview

Blessed Journey (via 2002)

My journey, blessed as it has been
With you, i strive towards the top of your mountain
The air's faint, causing my lungs to ache
Almost forcing me to rely on your strength

I'm at a stand-still, comfort of a plain
My climber's legs and backpack increases pain
Can i stay longer, may i please rest
Perhaps take a nap, my head on your chest

You push me harder, advancing on rocky stairs
And i can't convince you the joy from right here
You speak of a better view, one that's up higher
You tell me you'll carry me when i'm tired

I fear to move on, for i may slide downward
But there's so much to gain should i move onward
Now you've taken my backpack and gave me your's
A lighter yoke, you say, as we continue the tour

You push me hard, like a coach or a father
If it wasn't for your smile, i wouldn't have bothered
It's a situation of having much to win or lose
Trusting in you, my love, this is what i choose

Blue-Eyed (via 1995)

He was born in early April 1994
The day a musician died
He came into the world in the normal way
One rose as one had lied

He's growing blonde hair, blue-eyed son
Like the one gone the same time
When that song came on, on the radio
He started to cry, cry, cry

I look at him and i know who he is
But he doesn't yet understand
I put food and a fork in front of him
He took it in his left hand