i chase myself…
restless amber thoughts dancing through the corridors of my mind…
the tattered memories, threadbare, worn …are able still
to exert a vise-like grip on my heart…
...
leaves scattered across the soft waking earth...
moon shine..sun beams weaving blankets..weightless formless glittering with their own
illumination...
...
today the trees are in full leafy glory
their varigated greens a blanket nature-knit, stretching before my devouring gaze…
flowers bursting, a slow and sensuous rainbow…
bushes erupting, gleefully adding their hues to the unfolding symphonic balance…
...
..better a solitary stroll,
with a gentle breeze
beside the forest stream
than lingering doubt
...
…walking down the paths of my heart…
i find no pause, in the stony garden there….
nor roses scenting the air…
but…
...
as the day releases her grip on the weighty verdant nature of things..
and as night slowly comes to take her hand there, at dusk- calm cool and waiting -
he so fully expansive dressed in moon light and perfumed with the decadent odor
of the crushed flowers of summer's days...
...
WHO ARE YOU?
(i am me, i am who i am, i am she)
(i am a name which shall not be named)
...
mid morning clarity
amidst warming day
brings subtle peace
...
they who have seen me
disheveled, waking hastily to attend to something pressing
raw, roots showing, nails removed because I am preparing for surgery
made up, perfumed, bejeweled and dressed in stylish clothes
...
with stunning precision
life's knife wielded
upon tender flesh...
...