I danced up like fire, they put me down in dust
I came in naïve, and left without trust…
Lady is isolated star,
her hair as dark as the sullen bar
Where people walk past her in the old café,
Loggers and sluts spend their dimes for the day
Her children are distant, her lover diseased
her tab for the food leaves the owner displeased
Yet somehow God finds a way to her home,
provides relief from that silent phone
And when people walk with their gossip and talk
she sometimes feels the weight,
Of dreams that were lost and lives that were crossed
and how she would sit there and wait
Lady is Weeping Willow,
her face as shadowed as the crease of her pillow
where the moon shines in through winter skies,
and Jesus takes notes from the depths of her eyes.
since the war. I would like to make
a million signs for my life; markers
of time that say in this place I stood
& loved or wept. Here is where I
smiled at my son, or stroked colors
on a canvas.
Here is where my poetry hurt & maimed
& healed. Here is the sign that I was someone,
& no one, & everything.
I want to tell you this-
That on days when memories
Almost burned me to death,
Your eyes were like wings
Sweeping through the heart of me,
With just a smile or word
Or brilliant kiss.
I rose in your presence
Like a sad Pheonix; nested in the soul of you-
Found love dashing against my weariness.
Tenderly I leave all my gifts with you-
Secretly I leave you my heart
For the days or nights
That may get hard as stone.
Though this fooled world
Left me to despise- always
I have adored you, known you
In any corner of light
That ever lived in me.
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