Would you?

If I were a bard

Would you be my poetry?

If my life were History

Would you be my unsung glory?

If I were a ship

Would you be the lighthouse

If I were a monastery

Would you be the holy vows?

If I were Alice

Would you be the rabbit hole?

Would you be Arctic

If I were the North pole?

If I were a song

Would you be my tune?

If I were the desert vast

Would you be my sand dune?

If I were a canvas blank

Would you be the paint?

If I were a sacred chant

Would you chant me like a saint?

Would you be Aesop

If I were a fable?

Would you always be with me

If I want us to be inseparable?

Running

Running through the deep forest
Without a moment's rest
Running with you by my side
Chased by faces unknown.
Some time along the way though
I lost you
Like you were never there
Like we were never there

My feet hurt
I taste salt
It stings deep into my skin
I'm wounded
But I must keep running
Breathlessness can stop me not
This run, somehow, has an urgent meaning

I cross the border
And step into a new order
I'm a changed woman
I don't hear footsteps behind me
There is no fear
No loathing
I see the stream so clear
Water shines
Sunlight perched on rocks

Time has stopped
I'm wearing a white robe
The little boy, he smiles at me
Takes my hand and we begin to row
We must cross this stream

Another border
A new world awaits
Ancient temples and idols
Carved out of stones

The artisans
They linger in anonimity
The place has a quiet pride
The cold marble touches my sole and soul
I will linger here
Till eternity.

Blinking

Thoughts moving round and round
In a spiral
Floating around in my head
Like a viral
Sitting on a high chair
Feet dangling in air
Not eager to find the ground
Forms and faces all around.
Pretty.
Lonely.
Giggling.
Conspiring.

He sits across
Seemingly aimless
Like me

Distracted looks are thrown
In my direction
Occasionally listening
Rarely talking
Smiling with concentration
Blinking.
Pointing.
Sometimes talking with his hands

Gooodbye to romance
I get another glance
A note is passed
Slipped surreptitiously
Into my sweaty palm

Do I care?
Maybe I do
Maybe not?
Oh, I'd love company
But not just yet

The Valkyrie

I'm the Valkyrie...

Odin's female deity

I see the world

Through the eyes of a gnome,
A woman,
A spirit,
A soul... unbounded
Free
Immortal, I carry the souls of true heroes
Slain in the battle
And take them to Valhalla

But where have all the heroes gone?

Sing a song of heroism
And I'll listen...

Sing the tune of life
I'll sing along

And dance...
On the wings of wind
On the lap of waves

But no one sings the song of life
And heroism anymore
I just drag my feet on the ground
Wandering aimlessly...
Where have all the heroes gone?

Maybe I'm not dead yet

Driving through an invisible road
Where darkness lights the highway
We leave a trail of diamonds
On a road that never ends

Is there a jungle alongside?
Not when I open my eyes

Now I hear the sea
But there are no seas in this city
So is that seven thousand snakes hissing?
Or is that the angel sighing
As all the butterflies are dying.

We're on a ferris wheel
Spinning in the wrong direction
Now everything is very still.

I see his eyes. Bloodshot red
When he talks, he is droning
Or is that the engine moaning?
No, that's a mother mourning

The graveyard is cold and ancient

Very quiet we stay
Very still we lay
The soil on our tombstone is wet
I hear the funeral drum
Or is it my heart beat?
Maybe I'm not dead yet....