The Quietest One

Another of Dennis' poems.

The Quietest One

I am the quietest one
The voice with almost no echo
The conscience spread in a tapestry
of anguish, dark and coiled
Scattered and tender
Through all the silence.

I am the quietest one
The one who leaped to earth
With no more weapon than verse
And I've walked in the breeze
Of your fallen pain
And the sadness of your knowing
Your life is a churning of
Restless fountains.

Over you I have found
All the lost hours
Over me you have followed yourself
Like the sun, burnt
and Golden.
Annie, please remember me
As the "Quietest One."

Dennis, I will try to remember you as the quietest one. I promise to remember you as the one I had looked for for many years, found and adored, and the easiest one to love.

Until later,
Ann and Dennis

A Poem by Dennis

This is a poem that Dennis wrote years ago. He told me it is how he feels about this whole business with his MSA.

The Darker Universe

This incessant dying
This living Death
That say you; God
In your passionate handiwork,
In Roses and in Stones
In the Infinite stars
In the flesh that burns out
Like a Bonfire lit by Mirrors
A Dream
A color in your eye
And you Yourself
Perhaps have died for Eternities
Without us Knowing
We are Dregs, Shards and Ashes of you
You that still are Present
Like a Star Faded by it's Light
An Empty Light without a Star
That Reaches us
Hiding
This infinite Catastrophe