Dressed In Red...

Tonight you danced...
Dressed in red, as to match your warlike partner.
Sister of the lesser light.
Oh, how stunning you were to behold.
This celestial waltz of changing light...
From bright to dark,
and then back again to your amazing splendor!
With Spica standing guard, you marked your time.
I witness all of this Earth bond and small.
Yet to night you shared with me your changing secrets.
And I, for one,
am better for it...

Reclaim My Listening

I have a longing to reclaim my listening.
     The sounds of all I am missing.
Somewhere I had lost the songs of Love.
      Frequencies of Joy,
            pitched with decibels of Sorrow.
To pull back through the noise
            to find the rhythms of peace.
      All of these harmonies call out to me
and echo lovingly with want.
       Pulsing with reason through the medium
             of Air and Light,
finally comes the music I was missing.
       Abounding with a range of sounds
              awashed with perfect pitch,
                      fills me with
       resonating understanding.
The acoustics of all this, restores my purpose.
       So while I hear the beat of heart and soul,
set to the cadence of Life,
       I reclaim the lost sounds.
        And at long last,
sit and listen to the longing on the wind...

Adopting Failure...

It's late...
as I sit here alone, the epiphany comes
and goes.
I was taught to adopt failure.
Given
(as I was)
In the hopes that there was hope.
A better future.

It did not happen.

The slow anger that builds.
The failures of the past.
Unspoken complicity of the unlooking...
And the amazing care of those who tried!

Adopted the ways and failures of others.
Fearing myself as I did.
What choice did I have?
Childhood can last forever...
And the death I longed for never came.
You said you loved???

So I am here adopting
all that is different then the past.
Lucky and blessed,
as I am to have those who did care.
I will adopt you...
Those who have shown me Light.
Sisters, cousins, aunts, grandma's...
Uncles and dear friends who took me as I am....

I have failed.
Oh, Yes I have!
But I move on....
It is I who choose what it is that I adopt.
And I adopt...
LOVE