My brightest star does not diminish for naught;
In that magical time of the indigo's curtain.
It was simply that tune in which I had been caught;
Berift of foibles and unfurled hopes certain.

What light does shine from the center of my soul
Was nothing compared to that which was reflected;
Through the deepest magical tones he did extoll;
And in that rainbow our "oneness" was detected.

I wish not to be quenched nor into the darkness abide;
The star see's etenity swirl with no jaded eye;
But sorrow steeps my heart and its sword cuts inside;
I had thought true and pure, enshrouded in loss does die.

Ancient wisdom you so lovingly try to me impart,
In the wondering of the "what might have been".
I'll not relinquish that which so dearly held my heart;
the illusions of hope cross my minds silver screen.

Landscaped with thoughts and words and lilting sound;
Nurtured and grew as  the foilage of my verdant being,
Easy are thy words to thy own ears should quietly resound;
The fertile soil he left untended, and heartless eyes unseeing.

Speak slowly friend when caution you should cast my way,
For part and parcel of my homestead is still invisible.
You own your pains as surely as we each possess a new day,
And not in harshness do my words wish us to be divisible....

What can I speak of magic found with no other ever to place
A piece of black and white, letters turned into sound..
Finding their way into my entire soul filled space...
And in his being was the sanctuary finally found.

I turn into my hidden cave and bring out lights reserve...
And magic will continue to fill my immediate shore
But ever the haunting words...."Get what you deserve"..
Linger on the horizon....and as the raven I beg..."Never More!".....
Copyright Dancers Inc. 1998