So it is with our fortunes on our backs
Tapering the edges of life we continue
Never really understanding the naked
Flame as it enfolds, wraps us forever a
Moment to standstraight and say come.

Love Mary

The little bank by the stream was wet
Wet with the tears of ages, of centuries
And the children came with
Their sailing boats
To watch the ducks
And eat blackberries
The years past with daffodils
With Wordsworth
With Giselle
Until the end of time.

Love Mary **

Fear
Such a small word
Such a powerful feeling
Fear
Of the unknown
Of never healing
Fear
Of evil
Of failing

Fear
Of death
Of what may or may not be
Fear
Of life
Of the loss of friends and family
Fear
Of being alone
Of strife

Fear
Of stereotypes
Of losing pace
Fear
Of pain
Of hate
Fear
Of everything or nothing
Of losing this race

When I asked you what your name was
You replied and said, “It’s Love”
Then I asked you what your song is
You then sang the song of a dove
Please chirp to me your fancy
Make me rock to your lullaby
Flap with wings that dance free
So we can sing that Love does fly.