Newport Beach, CA, USA
I would be as gentle as the snow
That lights as soft, as quietly
As music on a failing ear,
As rain falls on a silent sea.
I would be still as leaves along
a windless path, as still as death.
And yet, as still as water is
At midnight, or as babies' breath.
I would be tender as the grass
That pushes up in early spring;
As tender as a mother's touch,
Or tears a child's lost dream might bring.
I would be true, as friends are true,
Each to the other's heart; I would
Make honesty my signature,
And faithfulness my heart's lifeblood.
I would be gentle, I would be
Still, and tender, and always true.
I would be all things that are good
If I could be them all for you.
© Beki (1989)
"We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion.....the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?"
--John Keating, Dead Poets Society