Dwight Stevers: Poetry

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	Dwight Stevers

Doorway
- for Mark
I came in alone and I'll leave alone. I need no one and no one needs me. What help can I give any soul in need? No hand reaching out, no arms encircling. Left at the doorway, found out at last. Perceiving no light, filling up with the lightness. Looking back at the journey, learning to laugh. Touched by some angel who guides me along. Returning to memories inscribed in a tear. Following heartache, following heartache. Better to sit in a room by myself Than question the reason I came here at all. Better to leave all the others behind And ponder each object, and how it fits in. Questioning nothing, and no one, and all of it. I need no one and no one needs me. No hand reaching out, no arms encircling. What help can I give any soul in need? Left at the doorway, found out at last. I came in alone and I'll leave alone.

Doorway

- for Mark

I came in alone and I'll leave alone.
I need no one and no one needs me.
What help can I give any soul in need?
No hand reaching out, no arms encircling.
Left at the doorway, found out at last.
Perceiving no light, filling up with the lightness.
Looking back at the journey, learning to laugh.
Touched by some angel who guides me along.
Returning to memories inscribed in a tear.
Following heartache, following heartache.
Better to sit in a room by myself
Than question the reason I came here at all.
Better to leave all the others behind
And ponder each object, and how it fits in.
Questioning nothing, and no one, and all of it.
I need no one and no one needs me.
No hand reaching out, no arms encircling.
What help can I give any soul in need?
Left at the doorway, found out at last.
I came in alone and I'll leave alone.

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