THIS TOO SHALL NEVER PASS

I am no Atlanta to pause to pick up your golden apples

But keep running, fleet of foot

My race is not to win but to get away

From the castle we built

Out of a pack of cards

that you toppled with just the slightest pressure -

the tip of your finger

A card was our promises to each other

A card was our lovemaking

A card was my standing at the doorstep waving goodbye

till you were out of sight

A card was us looking with wonder at our first-born

A card was my packing your lunch box and

running towards you with forgotten keys

A card was my flinging myself into your arms

in sorrow

A card was our children and I

waiting to show you the decorations up for Christmas

A card was an Era of Oneness...

But now

My fleet feet never cease to run

Never pausing to look back -

On the arid desert I leave behind -

In a race where the winner loses all.

MOTHER - IT'S YOUR STORY

Mother, this story begins and ends with you

it's your story 

not mine

I wrote it for you

turning brown leaves to green

dreaming fruits in winter

flowing down the stream of time

building my canoe of dreams as i went

harboring in love and letting it grow

to fruit in winter turned to early spring

All my dreams lay the other side of

the bed of nails, 

yet

my feet are swift

they fly over the nails

but my Sun still bled

gashes of red

and I bled all over my dreams

how long i asked

before my Sun is whole again

The gashes healed and it was Spring

I shook my curly locks and defied the wind

The sky is green I declared!

the world agreed

The grass is purple

the world agreed

I painted the Sun a tepid shade of blue

borrowed the yellow of the canary and gave it the rivers

the mountains capped their snow in pink...

and the world agreed...

But this is your story ma...

the one written from your womb

It must end where it began

the bright must give to shade

the swift to slow

the green leaves turn brown again

and I...

I must wind up in your womb again -

and you must die.

But the world?

the sky is still green, the grass purple, the Sun a tepid blue

the rivers flow yellow and the snow is pink...

and the world agrees.

LET'S DANCE

let's complete the waltz that we started last Christmas

hand on your shoulder, arm around my waist

waiting for the music to start playing

smiling into your eyes and you

waltz me 'neath the mistletoe

unmatched steps last Christmas

in perfect sync

now, we

kiss?