by Stephen Keymer

Fountain, CO

Such good poetry from a little room with it's light, glowing, somewhere up in a little town on this little living ball in this big space...typed into this little humming box...glowing, in this eternal darkness.

No Longer a Mystery

I don't have any of the beautiful winged memories
nor any friends I've shared past lives with
all I've got is a lifetime of loneliness
and eyes that see only despair.
I have a heart full of fire that burns
forever at the bottom of a well...
and it seems I starve the hungry
flower of my love.
instead of rain, I am a storm.
instead of the sun, I am that
which only burns.
instead of comfort, I crush.
and I lie in darkness, unable to
express my love.