The words are weighted by the fog
Each cypress, sparkles, beckoning..
No. There are no horses here.
No. Not one, I know, can sing,
I still stand in gossamer
(And not a stain of blood on her)
I still stand amid the dirt
I raise my arms unto my sky…
Joyfully I twirl my skirt
Stomping feet to muddied eye
Rebellion still in grit of teeth
The dirt that sinks in grimace greet---
Watch for me—
The white of eyes—
The look of caged
Of something wild…
Amidst the shadows as they change,
They are touched and rearranged.
And every poem, I write is me…
I can’t cope. I can’t flee.
Each word I write
It brings me nearer
Every rhyme I type
I cannot be—yet, wanted more…
I spied the possibilities.
Your eyes were but the promised tide
Your voice the sirens of the sea.
I would have counted grains of sand
and paid a dowry for your hand.
All my castles, labored through,
I would have swept them just for you...
I wanted to enchant a spell
and may my soul be damned to hell.
Every shell I found on shore
I held to ear to hear "want more?"
Always just a mockery
the sun in set upon the beach
but through the tears of hope I cried,
I mistook this for sunrise.
I watched for distant ship from shore
and swam to meet the boat before
I viewed the distance of the lag...
I eagerly grasped pirate's flag.
Not your fault--you sailed in truth.
You warned me there could be no truce.
And in my lonely camp on beach,
I saw what I desired to see.
Imprisoned now, the pirate's wench—
The victim of my loneliness—
Eager to join treasures sank
I grateful, graceful walk this plank.
Escape from me
No, I cannot
Unplead my plea,
Nor take my heart
Unbleed my bleed…
I can’t remove
The YOU from ME…
And if I could?
Well then I would
Succeed in breathing—
My life –receding
with spark of light
and all wisdom
ache of long
to hear the ring
became the tune
of bird’s mute song…
And every rhythm in the trees,
Shook each branch and rattled leaves---
The whisper in the wind of me---
Makes me beg you, beg you, please….
I need to be where I belong.
*a repost/reworked poem due to the fact that Tia's PC ate our homework...sigh...hope ya like it anyway*
with HUGS FOR TIA!!!!
[This message has been edited by serenity (edited 05-07-2001).]