before it finds melt,
shower of crystaline callings
of all the sirens felt.
interrupted rain by break of sun,
while sowing up the field
isolated pain of dreams undone,
the spring put to yield.
tangles along ankles
frustration's fruit,
labrynth abandoned and mangled,
as driftwood's root.
sunsets left for granted
dawn hardly seen,
princes disenchanted
like the cold winter brings.
no stone upon stone
desolations of solid surety,
where mammoths go unknown
even beneath the sea.
When I look into your wishing wells
none of these exist,
nor hell's cranking bells
not even the dank lost wilderness.
as a childhood wonder
I only see a place that once I had known,
amongst playmates, a land conjured
from hence I have grown.
a hallow so secret
that not even my laugh can betray.
I smile inside, and you'd never recognize it
nor in any word I say.
But yes this is how I see
those gems set so in your face,
a dance of daffodils and pansies,
a perfect and undisturbed place.
~~by W.K. Blackburn
please goto my SPIRITREE~ONESPIRIT~MISSION FOR MANKIND~
page @ http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/Atrium/7128/spiritree.html
it has not been linked yet.
OR email @ reignbow@hotmail.com
You can help your self and others work, eat, and BE.
Namaste,
Wendy