POETRY 2001

Forgive me for the day
I mistook your mortal clay
for an Angel.

I thought that Heaven sent you to me.
I really felt you knew me.
My soul cried out your name.
It seemed you felt the same.

But now I cry in shame
that I told you.
You only wanted me to hold you.

The sweet things that you said
echo in my head
and the richest jest of all,
is that your mere amusement
seemed to me
to be
your soul answering my call.

So I built a glorious illusion
in my crazy womans delusion.
I danced of love, sex and passion.
I drank deep divine juice.

A wild willing goddess set loose
I offered you my cup
of love and freedom.

But you passed it up
shattered me apart
and now my foolish heart
loses to the ground
all the bliss it found.

Deep and dark I dig the hole.
It must be huge to hide
a love that is as wide
and clear as the tall sky.

And so I bury the wrenching in my gut
with the bones of the bird who wished to fly
through the window of a heart
that was shut.

So this is how it ends.
As friends.
Together, yet apart.

Nov 8th, 2001. Devastated.