The rain is falling, falling down,
down upon her silk-like skin.
The rain is falling, harder, faster, 
he pushes quickly past her.
Folding her umbrella, the rain soaks her hair.
She turns, only to meet his stare.
They enlope in a passionate kiss.
Enveloping one another in breathless bliss.
Beautifully enchanting, the kiss goes on.
Melencholy surrounds stares and sounds.
People passing, pushing past them.

Death approaching.
Waiting, hoping,
for a clue,
a sign of life.

Always dreaming
and proceeding,
understanding.
Soldiers scheming.

Never abandoning,
but always wanting
to see things that
they've left behind.

Life
Look through the looking glass of time.
Don't let the sharp edges cut you.
See the blood of lifes victims.
Cover the mess with a bandade.
Let the wounds heal.
Put on your shoes 
and run away from time.

Feels like its going to rain.
Lightening at my fingertips.
Thunder rolling through my brain.
Can you hear it?  Can you feel it?
Feels like its going to rain.
Waterfalls of heartache.
Teardrops of pain.
Comming closer now.
Feels like its going to rain.

SPRING
Warm air melts the many layers of old snow,
leaving behind craters of dirty brown water.
Close your eyes, imagine how soon the hot sun
will turn the brown grass green; sun growing hotter,
caressing red, yellow, orange tulips growing.
Blue birds singing, flying overhead.
Grass soon to be long enough for mowing.
Children riding bikes, knowing summers on its way.

None For Me

I am so afraid of what
 will become of my life
  without another child.
The thoughts and fears
 go through me like
  a fire running wild.
A fire burning,
 overbearing.
  Free of spirit.
I am crying,
 hurting, tearing;
  no-one hears it.
Everywhere I turn
 I hear;  Children.
  I see.
Beautiful babies.
 Laughter, smiles.
  None for me.
1/9/97

Who gave you the right to love me?
To understand me?  To want me?
Who gave you the right to care what happens to me?
To care where I go, what I do, 
who i do what i do with?
Who gave you the right to later break my heart?
To rip it into tiny pieces the size of mosquito eyes.
Who gave you the right to swallow my mind,
my soul, my inner being?
Who the hell do you think you are anyways?

On the wings of a 
snow white dove,
I send your soul
to the lord above.
As a goodbye tear
falls from my eye,
I hear a voice saying
"Mommy dont cry."
Gently I wipe
the tear away,
as if to save it
for another day,
when I think of 
that sweet kiss
that I will forever
and always miss.
2/24/98

Pigtails & Curls

I dream of a little girl 
with pigtails and curls,
cute, frilly dresses,
make-up messes.
Her first date and 
her first heart break.
Picking out gowns,
homecomming crowns.
Wedding day tears,
first baby fears.
Mothers advice,
how to boil rice.
Mothers love,
put above
all other
brilliant mothers.
Then as i wake,
my heart still aches
for the little girl
with pigtails and curls.
1/27/97

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