In the comfort of the womb
The artist draws a masterpiece
Each detail perfectly woven together
From birth I'm given to the stewards of my soul.
My inner being was a garden ready to be nurtured.

As I grew so did the weeds that were left unnoticed
I've come so far away from the original blueprint of my soul.

a baby bird
fallen from the nest
blood, like honey,
dripping from its breast

there it lays with broken wing
and muddied face
as a heart's broken
and a dream's unlaced

it may not fly yet,
and dirt-caked wounds
take time, but watch
it will rise up soon

Iridescent wings, the butterfly sings
Purple sunbird, makes round trips to the marigolds, and flutters by the hibiscus
In moments of flight and being still
The wings sing a symphony mid air
A pattern of life and flight
As the eagle appears in the sky


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Today my mind drifts to a place
Familiar and mysterious the ocean breeze
Gushing and rippling with happiness
The waves curl and crest
On the sandy shore quietly rest
Are they free, free enough to not wave
Or are they truly bound
To the shore and the sea
Like a wild song, bound by lyrics
And the rhythmic beats

Why the thought of an impending death
Stubbornly clings to me from time to time
As icicles hanging from the trees
Sending chills up through every neuron
I hear their empty rattle in my head
As rabid dogs barking at nothing
Though Shelley was full of praise
And hailed Death and Sleep as brothers
To me it is not so and will never be

Not that I am afraid to die
Nor my absence will shake the Earth out of its orbit
But it makes my thoughts break into fragments
And I find it hard to piece them together

Even if I die, my children will live as before
My husband might seek another partner
Or might pass to a new celibate state
They will never be benighted or tempest tossed
And eventually my memory shall fade
Fade away without a trace from all hearts

As I walk through the winding road
And the closer I come to the terminal
From where there is no more treading
And as time pulls the blind on my life
When the curtain falls finally and my play ends
I don’t want to leave this stage
Nor want to lose my hold
Of those hands I love and care
There are gifts still to be opened
And newer avenues to be explored

Oh, I am in love with this world
To be more true, with narcissistic ardor
I am in love with myself
I know how dangerous it is to be addicted to love

So Death, carry me in my sleep, if you must
Or sweep me away by an inundating tide
Unawares into the ocean of Eternity
Like a feather blown away by the winds!