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Out of My Skin
A Matter of Scale

Heat Wave
Poet and Pet

A Reasonable Life

Snapshots 2006
Hush and Listen
Lizard Thoughts
White Rose
Mother of the World

Poems 2005 —
Passion & Discontent
The Wake of Disaster

Mama's Tears
Old Furniture

Sounds of an Empty Promise
Three Quarters
Vientos del Mediterráneo

Giving In

Poems 2004
The Dissappearance of Lao Tsu
Nameless Beauty
Memory Game
Every Little Thing Counts
Landscapes of Yo Yo Ma's Brazil
Miles (to Miles Davis)
The Colors of Piazzolla's Tango

War and Peace
Making Friends
Old Glory
Kabul Update
Take Heart
March Madness

Poems 2003
Johnny Cash
Between Heartbeats
"Naked Poetry"
Sunflower Sonnet No. 1.5

New York City
My NYC is not your NYC
SanitationWorker, NYC
Passing By
Belly-button Renaissance
West Chelsea

Poems 2002
Finding Each Other
Kindred Spirits
To Our Youth
At Sunset
Holland in Winter

On Society
McKinney X-Tex
Lady Liberty
Making Friends
Old Glory

Life's Lessons
Child's Life
Crashing Surf
In Search of the Unknown
Love at First Sight
Holding Hands
Grandpa's Tools

First Snow
Downcast Eyes
Sagrada Familia

In France
French Gardens
Air Show
Cell Phones 01-04

Lovers in the Castle



Love at First Sight

First Movement:
The Search

The greatest mystery
for a man and for a woman
is how they will
complete themselves.
There is a certain emptiness
that is both a thrill and a fear
behind every life decision.

The longing of the heart,
the curiosity of the mind,
the search for career
and for pleasure
flow from the inner spring
which seeks to fill
the hollow vessel
of our soul.

In the outpouring of our love
at once exalting joy
and poignant sadness,
we attempt fulfillment
through giving and taking
through searching and staying
through having and losing
through pushing ourselves forward
and through holding back.

Somewhere deep inside
we know we are incomplete
no matter how great
our successes
no matter how effusive
the praises of others
no matter how exciting
our adventures.

We know we are still
a shadow of what we can become.
We know we are still
shopping and collecting.
We know we are still
exploring and flirting
with life and death,
a game we are playing
in order to complete ourselves.

Second Movement:
The Path

The greatest mystery
for a man and for a woman
is how they will
complete themselves.
The circuitous path of life
brings them always back
to where they began:

Nature works with us
to balance past and present
to balance present and future
to point our two feet forward
to see with two eyes
to seek with one heart
the other half
of our destiny.

The inner urge to create,
to write the mythology
of our life,
to uplift and to attract
like the hand outstretched
to the stranger,
like the worm on the hook,
like the colorful plumage
glorifying the dance.

Until the moment we recognize
our true love,
whether a person or a purpose,
all our choices are made
by inner drives we don't
fully understand.
Is it free will or destiny
that guides our path
to a crowded city street
or to a wilderness?

Only hindsight reveals
the pattern of our life.
How the vying forces
played with our ego,
how at the point of decision
we were saved unknowingly,
how the guidance of our Soul
wore the mask of self-determination
so we would make
the right choices.

Third Movement:
The Meeting

The greatest mystery
for a man and for a woman
is how they will
complete themselves.
As we evolve
through tests and opportunities
another life is being
shaped and forged
to fit ours.

Two daredevils careening
through life,
sometimes seeking treasure
sometimes seeking thrills
sometimes stopping long enough
to love
to discover
to withdraw
to reveal
to grow
to heal
to change direction.

Always the uncertainty
always the knowledge
always the desire
always the hope
always the expectation
driving, driving, driving us
forward obsessed
to live
to find the one who will
complete us.

We take a chance
we follow a dream
we fail miserably
or taste the great rewards
always recovering
from failure and success
so that the unseen forces,
an eternal magnet,
draw the scattered dust
of two yearning souls

The fateful moment approaches.
Cast limply upon the stage
two marionettes without
the puppeteer
Mysterious music with
life-giving rhythms
animate our limbs
renew our senses
revitalize our hearts
breathe life into us
open our eyes
make us dance.
We touch
hold hands
lift each other up
stand in the light
look into each other's soul
with recognition.

© 2000 Richard Sidy


One Another (color etching )
© 2002 Monique Sidy








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