mypsychoabstractlittlepoemthing

     with in worlds out of focus
     waiting with ones who know
     what
     waiting for
     in sense (cence) no never
     meaning what we do
     in what realms lay wishes
     becoming new
     when what we (k)no(w) we ne-ne-ver
     can do when we say what
     comes to mind
     why all talk at once and say so many
     now now time now ready now what
     to come
     here meet 
     now in realms where came 
     the light in shadows once

     I am my light here light herelighthere
     light in all of darkness
     I scream
     I see only darkness and fear
     not knowing all I fear
     is at run from the light of my light
     my light of all lights
     why tears and tearing aching screaming
     waiting for the light to come
     not knowing that now all the light
     has drawn to my light
     my light of all lights
     leaving me with all to see as darkness
     hold my prayers and cold
     because there is no light
     no warmth outside me
     donÕt I realize I have it all
     little top little girl little spinningspinning
     child
     arenÕt you lovely
     arenÕt you grand
     arenÕt you ever to see you 
     through my eyes
     No, my Robert, because you see
     when my light absorbs all light
     all outside my eyes is darkness

     you say here
     you say near 
     you say you 
     love me
     want to touch me
     feel me taste me breathe me into
     until I am only one more fateless
     trapped in you
     sweet little suffering suffocating thing
     "I will love you till you die"
     and then shall you carry around 
     your sweet little smell of decay
     your beloved corpse
     to bring you luck when you wander
     in graveyards late at midnight
     and listen for my laughter
     all is still
     you will kill my spirit for no other reason
     than to carry round its dust shimmering
     no
     for when I am dead 
     your world will again be gray
     and shine no more
     not even a glimmer 
     from the rotting pile of my soul
     shall you love me then
     reach and feel my ever softness
     when the light in these eyes is gone
     but faint warmth clings so tenaciously
     to this body that never was mine
     place a smile and gentle kisses
     upon my lips
     or ravage me as wild beasts
     and pray my spirit
     truly has nothing left that lives
     nothing to see the blackness
     black darkness of your being

     as angels weep their lament in blood
     what has become of their precious
     their most sweet beloved child
     the lovely one
     who never knew her name
                        

copyright 1995 by Ginger Pierce Davis