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Saturday, May 31, 2003 This poem is written by me for/to/about the late musician Jeff Buckley. If you don't know who Jeff Buckley is, I highly suggest you go read Jeffbuckley.com and learn more about him and his music.So, here is the Jeff poem I wrote in early October 2002: To Jeff Step in The water's fine You've stumbled upon a night divine Love is all around you You call it out by name Lay back, take a breath, play the game The piercing cold Holding you like a mother holds her babe This is where you were drawn Could you not see it in your dreams? Things will become clear for them When the pain is gone After all, you put it in song It calls you, and you follow it It swallows you Eats you up Devours you So greedily it devours the gift The love The voice You resisted all those years But now you give in, and you pay the price Where did you go? I cannot hear your voice Jeff? Jeff? JEFF! The moment has come The voice is silenced But silenced only on this physical earth, for the voice will never truly die It lives on, in the works you made and were in the process of making In the performances you gave, you gave it your all. Why did you do that? Why did you have to give yourself to the waves? The voice lives on in hearts and minds, those who have heard you and love you And like our Lord it will rise again, in the hearts of those who have yet to hear it What a gift they will have, knowing your magic But what sadness, that they will never be able to know you like they need to The voice is better than nothing, but it may never be enough I never knew you, until it was too late I feel cheated, cheated out of what others had the chance to experience But even so, I feel like you're a gift, and I will never be the same Your smile shines, but it tells great lies To see the truth, we look into your eyes Puppy dog, looking for affection So sad, so lonely, did it come from him? Were you born with those eyes, or did they grow from pain? One look says it all, says more than we ever wanted to know You could have been the happiest man in the world, but those eyes bring sadness That voice That wonderful voice Piercing hearts like an unclean dagger Refusing to let go, demanding attention Dripping with emotion, sensitivity, sorrow, anger, vulnerability You write a book with each sigh, each moan, each scream Your body was taken by the water But the voice is what stays Isn't that all that matters? I made a mistake Your love stayed too It touched everyone who knew you And I think it also touches those who didn't Love and a voice What a combination What a way to change the world It's never over It never will be You are our dream brother Can't you see? You trusted the water But it didn't respect you But we do We have to We love you How could we not? posted by:Russ at 2:58 AM | Post Page | 0 comments 0 Comments: |
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