It was not that he was beautiful.
True, he stood upon the stage,
Absorbed and indifferent as the adoration fell.
It was not that he was beautiful.
There were others, despite the legend,
as gracious, as tall.
It was not that he was beautiful,
but she stared and stared...
(credit goes to Sparrowhawk for this, my apologies for posting it not knowing where it was from and without permission)
I don't remember who wrote this, I found it in my files.
psychobabble.txt was the filename.
There were some lyrics of Bret's beneath it.
It's possible I wrote it, or one of my friends.
If you recognize it, let me know.
UPDATE
Mystery solved, it was Sparrowhawk.
Details in the comments.
krix, that is very pretty. i didn't write it...lol but i like it. =)
Posted by: kat on October 13, 2002 04:19 PMI wish it were me...Beautiful!
Posted by: Keanuette on October 13, 2002 10:47 PMThat was me, krix. It's based on a poem by H.D., a poetess from the early part of the 20th century, who wrote in the style of the ancient Greeks like Homer and Sappho. The original is a description of Helen of Troy, as she came out upon the city battlements to watch the war raging on the plain below. But with just a little tinkering, it became a perfect description of Our Boy...
Sparrowhawk
Posted by: Sparrowhawk on October 14, 2002 04:55 PMAH! Mystery solved. I must have taken a liking to it when you had that message board and saved it to a file.
Yep, very nice.
Is there more? I was right there with you. I'd like to stay.
Posted by: Tyler on October 14, 2002 05:55 PMis his name sunday muse ?
Posted by: kate on July 9, 2003 10:00 PMThat's Keanu up there, Kate. He tends to be my muse several days a week, actually.
Posted by: krix on July 9, 2003 10:03 PM