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Saturday, May 4, 2013

WINDOWS


Windows
Dedicated to A and A (May 2013)



The glass between my world and yours often too hot to touch.
Inferno of pain twisting knots below the cool surface.
Too close to the abyss too many times:
Treading lose stones
Gazing into the depth with longing
Reaching to caress the rising heat.
And yet-
Always the resistant retreat.
Leaving me breathless and exhausted.
Leaving you with both regrets and new strength.
Helpless I watched as neither falls of rain
Nor chemical foam extinguished the eruption
of your dance on the volcano.
Seductive and repellant
Your dance with death.
Your dance with life.
And then one day the window transformed.
An angel sent to your darkness
A change in light revealed the jewel glare: 
Sun kissing stained glass.
And from the pyre 
A phoenix rising
As you smile into your daughter’s wise eyes. 
Your fingers touch hers.
And she guides you into the sunrise of hope. 

THE RIDE

Author's note: not written for myself at all but dedicated to my eternal inspiration. Or two of them... :)


THE RIDE

Hot and cold-
Dressing for your climate zone – an impossible endeavor
Will I drown in the waterfall of your tears
Or be incinerated by the hell of crimson fury?
Azure redemption, rebirth, eternal fountain of youth 
Or Scalding verdict of eternal damnation 
Shortening my lifeline to a bleeding stump on my arm?
One day, dehydrated to the point of dust 
The next, oversaturated like a greedy sponge by salvation of your nurturing love.
Nauseated to the point of epileptic disorientation
I turn and swear to pull the escape hatch 
Shaky, sweaty finger reach out-
Damning liberation at my grasp,
Before, beguiled by the colors and the melody,
I willingly shackle my heart to the carousel,
Throw back my head
And laugh tears of agony.


Eva

Author's note:
Dedicated to my stepmother and friend. Who left us last year. I did hold on to this on purpose as I was pretty raw when I wrote it.



EVA



I met you and hated your playful beauty. 
Sitting in my father’s lap resenting his sunshine warming your bright sky-like eyes.
The rays of his smile bouncing off your dark curls in flittering flashes of fire.
You wanted to fix my hair- and I would rather have gone bald.
Now, what I would not give to have you give me that poodle perm one more time.

I watched you laugh, I watched you cry…I watched you look at those two children you suddenly had enter your life with befuddled amazement.
Your young life had been dark and marred by horrible shadows.
Of course, I was too young to comprehend then-
Too innocent to know why my father embracing his two children in his lap
Caused you to turn and hide a fear I never had to know.

The love I felt for you grew unnoticed. As you danced with me,
Sang with me,
Styled my Barbie’s hair for hours on end with me.

The birth of a second family, a second home.
Safety and love taken for granted…
Days at the pool, days hiking, days listening to music, or playing cards.
I grew up and you were there as a friend.


When I left, how could I have known the explosion that would leave everything in shards 
Was looming in the grey thunderous clouds?
You danced at my wedding – then the bell tolled and your life took a sharp turn.

Time raced by…what a weak, cowardly excuse for allowing people to slip from our grasp, if not our hearts.

Now, having been told you chose to wake up in another world, on a safer shore,
Memories pour like rain, flooding the screen of my mind with pearls and pellets. 
I hope you woke to blissful sunshine in a place that will treat you with gentle appreciation.
And I wish that you will know with that unfailing understanding lacking in our current, shackled form,
That a piece of my heart went with you.

Heaven Knows...

Dedicated to my poor, long suffering husband. Originally written Valentine's Day 2012- but still true today. And always.



Heaven knows why you put up with me…
I know my sparkling smile and kick ass …-boots are among the many reasons.
But seriously?
There are days when I fear with deafening clarity that 
My high maintenance is in danger of being kicked off as a line item on your patience budget.
But then I catch a secret glance you try to sneak by…
I somehow get hold of the way you smile at me in the morning
When you think I am too drunk by my dreams to notice.
Or, I unwrap the knowledge how you indulge my addiction with a patient sigh like the sweetest treat-
As you find a place on the living room wall for the evidence of my madness.
When without any reason other than ‘just because’ you suddenly look up 
To tell me I am the most beautiful woman you have ever seen.
Those are the times I know with such absolute certainty that you love me.
Despite the crazy, the moods, the bitch-factor…
And I send a little prayer up into the blue, lofty place beyond reason and logic.
Because heaven only knows why you love me.
Despite me keeping these words from you too often:
Thank you.
I love you.