Poetry
::Blue::
Blue Velvet, Blue on Blue, Blue Horizon. Blue is the color of my true love’s eyes. Am I Blue; blue bloods, blue stones, blue sky, blue sea.
I dream of the seashore, with its blue lapping waves. The Caribbean shore is my birthstone, aquamarine blue. Tanzanite is lavender blue, dilly dilly, deep and true. Blue satin ribbons, tying up my hair. Take them loose and let it fall.
The blues rock me and roll me, clear to my soul. Muddy Waters, Bessie Smith, Blind Lemon Jefferson, Skip James, they run blue in my veins, sing my truth from sea to shining sea.
Blue eyes cryin’ in the Rain. Blue Monday; call it Stormy Monday, but Tuesday’s just as bad.
Baby’s blue lips in the wintertime, get her inside, swaddled in the blue blanket.
Blue is the feeling when the loss is real.
Blue is the laminin cross, in every cell. Blue is the glue, holding us all together.
Holding us together.
Holding each.
Holding all.
We are held and connected by the blue.
We are blue.
::WHITE HORSE::
I shall ride a white horse
when I come to free you
although you may be sleeping
you’ll know when I arrive.
Members at your table
in profound agreement
the time is now at hand
for the best of you to rise.
Don’t reinforce your fortress
don’t gird yourself for war
the light, the love I bring you
are what you’ve hungered for.
When you turn to greet me
take a quiet moment
although it may be blinding
look into my eyes.
I am your reflection
I live there inside you
you will recognize me
the elder and the child.
Yours is a noble journey
and when at last you’ve found
the secret of the spirit
You’ll stand on higher ground.
©1994
::WINGS OF GLASS::
To shake the confines of
This mental cage
To fly above the clouds on
Wings of glass
To feel the rush of freedom on
My skin
To soar, and know I’ve found my Self
At last
When out of nowhere comes
The break,
The fall,
When my wings shatter,
I’ll have gone
All in
When all that’s left is
Hit the earth,
Full stop
I’ll have learned that
I
Can rise again
