A Limbic Poem <br /> <br />Life is a walk in the sun, getting wet in the rain, <br />a touch on the skin. a hug, a light in the eye. <br />She is my Moon Calf with the sheep's eyes, <br />halfway to Heaven and my love that knows no bounds. <br /> <br />And I have no peace when madness comes in, <br />and love goes out the window and death waits. <br />Death and time, time on the tom-toms, <br />measuring - with the all persistent pain <br />of my psychological cancer which never lets go. <br />I have enough of madness, and my golden sadness <br />for the both of us. <br /> <br />I am living and can feel the pain that we are facing <br />in the dark night, good or not, in the emptiness of death, <br />in the unanswered question: Where is that love <br />that reads the newspaper and dribbles away to emptiness? <br />There is only my golden sadness, no rainbows, <br />and only darkness that will go on forever without me<br /><br />Fred Babbin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-limbic-poem/
