What is she doing tonight, I’m wondering?
Is she lost in another of her black and white dreams?
Is she on a cloud in an impressionist's painting?
Is she wondering about friends, writing for one?
The sun is down, and she is still logged on...
A mystery, she, a mind ablaze!
Her fingers flailing at her intellect’s bidding
is she answering the call of responsibility?
What’s this! A string of passionate outbursts-
joy, despair, hope, which sing
of the pain of the falling leaves of autumn
that receive her unrequited empathy.
I see her there, an awakening,
I see her yell, ‘I won’t back down!’
Then turning, like a wild child
she tramples through fields of innocence
before calming in the late of night
amid its peaceful sounds.
Where is her heart? My blue crystal ball
glows in my hands, I find ecstasy
in her poetic muse of blue fairies
and a swan that swims
with the soothing boat, Goodnight Dear Poet
that she often sends to me.
Now I follow into an uncertain sojourn
of utterly desperate, impenetrable darkness.
I watch as she creates a sunchaser
for nothing more than love’s sake alone,
creating colors that lead the way out
upon her clouds of clarity.
Her language? Drawn from her heart
and spoken to us who've been away too long
allowing a lack of understanding to reign.
We sense her wings of glory there
and it feels like déjà vu...
Radiance, light, the meaning of life,
a philosophy of physics touched with her grace...
What’s this? She’s under dire attack
by 15 year old boys from outer space?!!!
It’s time to write something personal
between her and I, like honesty, trust
maybe a bit of hope, or perhaps a reflection
that could be the dawn of my existence
at the intersection of her Lost and Bewildered
where a lost little puppy dog sits alone.
The sun is down, and she is still logged on...
Adding your comment:
I just saw this comment, Wayne...so you're the one that fell all over me, eh??? I wondered where all those bruises came from...
I enjoy re~reading this piece, my Friend...quite flattering, actually...Have a grand holiday...
Wanda
lol
Well done, Poet...I shall endeavor to keep you occupied forthwith...
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