her soft Moon sighs;
pain erupts from her craters into... satire ?
Could this be Satire, plus group-attuned hysteria?
Now be Reality for many million frightened Souls
Her endless moans swear ancient angers;
trees catch her fury, echo Her yet indecisive Voice;
Need stirs the Violins anyway, to fevery-pitch...
... soft ...
...inside your Mind?
by marbled old Oaks,
whose rings sing Centurian Storms' dirged Stories,
"Hold us, children..
We are unprepared to go over;
our Survival Together
glows, is Paramount.
See Her Majesty swirling, Her eyes, bright-glee-glee greedy?
See she's reeling in Others: sentries, strongmen,
magic maniacal women who weave webs 'round your feet if you sway in Earth's floor;
They take you.
They know only respect for Her Majesty's urgent Expressions
She lunges, tosses pure Emotion, churning, burning,
(TheTrees TheTrees TheTrees!)
May we Be Together Here
We need be strong Together, love,
for only in "Together"
may we Live,
may we Survive
Our kaleidoscopic Journey dictates:
"Ride Her torments,
the Joys, Her Gifts,
ForEver in plain View,
as long as you want us;
so long -
Hear Her Fury!"
Our Chorus can resound at least as loudly as Hers - ?
Our Hearts understand;
Our Genes know how -
I bow my head before Her eyes, "My Esteemed, my wise BeLoved Teacher...!"
"Children, your spindly limbs support sorrows greater than you realize."
Movement II : For My Only Love, For Robin
You wonder 'bout that argument:
my anguish begs me whisper you
inside this threat'ning calm, my love,
My deepest Heart, my Soul's Embrace:
Still this Night. Be One. Be One.
All Night she spent on the doorstep waiting for BigLadyFury..
Her husband wept indoors, dismissed by his lover.
Her tiny insignificant Words flowed on paper, blurred by Winded tears,
til she realized:
her watered eyes hugged blurred Rainbowed visions, only showed profound, frightened Love:
Fear her Love would go;
Now he sleeps, her Prince,
peaceful purrs with Cathy-Cat at his feet,
while his three AM, dazed lady makes a record
not an embrace