Dedicated to the beautiful women of SB.

[Nehallenia]

I wrote this one three days later for her. Our plans were for me to quit the airline and us to move to an island to dive, and dive, and dive. We had just spent an incredible evening at Sunday House in Delray Beach talking about the future. If you are not familiar, Sunday House is a Bed and Breakfast with bungalo's centered around tropical gardens and ponds. A couple months later, it was over. She did a Jeckle and Hyde on me. You gals are so very sweet and therefore I will share this one with you as well.

The Dream that Was

I lean across the table; a smell of delightful roses comes​

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Sparks and rockets and fireworks rise; It is her blue eyes,​

Vast like the ocean; I look into her past, her future, and her soul​

How many men have leaned, gazed, and dreamed the same​

Wishing for love; but no, she waits…​

I see this is the time; happiness, excitement, adventure pursue,​

For their future is starting, and the uselessness of remembering​

what no longer matters is apparent in their gaze​

There is a burst of bright flame, a glorious epiphany, one, no, many of them.​

The scene is transformed…​

There are beautiful flowers in a garden to walk through, to share;​

And for thought to wander while thinking about the luckiness of it all​

A strong tree, planted in the center, from which all paths branch;​

Ripples of streams and falls form the questions of what to come,​

Not at all scary, but curious desires which they will to life​

Creatures staring through their conscience concealed in the dream,​

Like a breeze over the lily’s calling them deeper into the garden.​

They will seek what is calling them, not alone, but together​

For they are the reason this garden exists, the reason there are so​

many paths, and the reason they will explore them all​

Their playground awaits, the gazes’ eternity,​

And all of this, because the dream that was.​

Eric Stadtmueller March 26, 2004

You are multi-faceted, Eric. You remind me of the first line of Alden Nowlan's "Canadian Love Song", which goes "Your body's a small word with many meanings". I refer to the many meanings part.

 

[ShakaZulu]

Such a honey dripper, my goodness...........

 

[mempilot]

Eric you have such a talent. Please tell me you are keeping these and sharing them with others. I have saved them on my computer and will be printing them and if you permit I may frame them or put them in one of my books. Thank you again so much.

You have my permission. I'm glad you enoy them. I almost lost them when my computer was invaded by a hacker last month. I had already burned the printed copies, but found them saved on a CDRW a couple of days ago. I can only write when I am moved or touched by something. I'm working on something right now called Tales of an Adventurer. It is an explanation of me, written to all that know me. Here is an excerpt from the preface:

The Adventurer



I am the ash: the result of the brilliant and exciting flame.
Not the dust, which collects in the corner from a cowardly existence.
I burn from the energy of life, and was never stifled by dry rot.
I am the meteor: racing through the heavens on an impending adventure.
Not the dull planets, whose very existence is the result of an endless cycle.
I seek what most won’t dare, and see the things that were meant for the few.
My function is to live, not to exist. But in doing so, I tread the boundary of death.
Teasing him, giving him a taste of my resolve.
Death will eventually win this game, this battle, but I will not be intimidated.
I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them.
I shall use my time, as God has put me on this Earth as a scribe to his creativity.
Only he will know, when my clock strikes the hour of his content.



Eric Stadtmueller May 9th, 2004

 

[CathyI8205]

Mem, you should have these published. The diving poem is going in my dive log. The others will be on my computer. Thanks.

 

[mempilot]

Mem, you should have these published. The diving poem is going in my dive log. The others will be on my computer. Thanks.

I sent one of them off to an online poem website. They were holding a contest. I figured since they were spoiled now for me, I would try to win some money and buy some new gear. I never heard anything back, not even a return receipt. They probably just stole it and sold it. I'll give it another month or two and see what comes from it. I have others, but some of them tend to be a little too much for this board. I don't write often, only when touched or away from someone I love.

 

[SueMermaid]

So is the job to jet off to a remote island still open?! I'm not married quite yet.

 

[Kriterian]

Those were all very good, in addition to being a pilot/diver with all the technical stuff involved you also have a creative side.

As for the fact that you can only write when you're touched by something, that's a good thing. Obviously it works, and comes out in the words.

We all collectively turn our backs to the person that couldn't apprecaite these.

 

[SueMermaid]

Your poetry came just in time, since this was all I had to work with till now.

 

[scbababe]

I am the ash: the result of the brilliant and exciting flame.

Eric, those are beautiful words. If they were meant for that special someone and landed on deaf ears, be glad you found out now rather than later after having given up a lot more...

It must have taken alot to share this with us,Thank you! Most men don't often show this side of themselves.

Good luck in the heart department, sometimes it takes alot of poems to reach your true soul mate! With a heart like yours it wont be long!


I enetered one of my poems on poetry.com and won entry into the finals! my poem is called The Rose.

 

[mempilot]

Thank you. I'd love to read your poem. I'll look it up, if it's posted on the their site. Thanks to everyone for your support.

I am the ash: the result of the brilliant and exciting flame.

Eric, those are beautiful words. If they were meant for that special someone and landed on deaf ears, be glad you found out now rather than later after having given up a lot more...

It must have taken alot to share this with us,Thank you! Most men don't often show this side of themselves.

Good luck in the heart department, sometimes it takes alot of poems to reach your true soul mate! With a heart like yours it wont be long!


I enetered one of my poems on poetry.com and won entry into the finals! my poem is called The Rose.