LEFT
TO BELIEVE
.
There's a
moment
When you decide
to leave;
Spent your
last Lincoln;
All you have
left to believe-
Are a story,
a song, and the sun?
He's your
guide and scared star
Still have
not gone far
.
But you're
left to believe
That your
soul shall breathe
Like the wind/water
shaping the desert.
Am not a beatnik
or a hippie
Just a woman
who's left to believe
Mountains
and redwoods from a ballad shall conceive
A wandering
smile while planting a sweet pea.
.
Oh Liberty
in the center of hailing earth
You stand
primitive yet are seething like giving birth
An I am left
to believe
The right
copy is the original
Buried in
the mind of silent skull.
.
Who's the
vulture of image?
Not a man
nor an animal
Just a poet
of a thunderous yellow rage
Touching his
genderless blood and loud skull.
.
The autumn
Sabbath's beauty
Is left to
believe
Accidental
oranges and yellow are free;
I am on the
66th road climbing the volcano to deceive
Nature's gentle
river roar,
Yet I left
lost in her revolving door.
.
Dreaming beneath
a raining cirrus sky
My faith is
her silver cry;
All I left
to believe
In are a story,
song, and the moon.
She's your
strength and light;
During Spring
Equinox's eve
I conversed
with my hematite rune
And danced
bare in her loving night.
.
Though left
to believe
My soul's
dangling on a string of red silk
Without the
sweetness of moon mother's milk;
I am still
left to believe
Life's a simple
red free ocean garden.
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