Tell me…

What kind of song
Can wait so long
To be heard

A song from the heart
That's been there from the start
Out of sight

To be freed from the past
Now to sing at last
Like a bird

To flirt and to fly
To sing to the sky
At twilight

This little Animal that I inhabit…
It is not Me

This little Animal that I inhabit…
can be a source of
Great Pleasure
or Pain

But still…
It is not Me

Oh my Mother…
Sister…
Lover…
When will I return
to You?

I wake in the predawn
Peeking from under the comforter

The room is dark and cold
Breath steaming unseen in the chill stillness

Under these feathers is my nest
A fledgling still
I hug the pillow
Curl into a ball

And savor the pleasure
of
Simply being warm

Timid Wonderment

When the door has finally opened
The lid at last is cracked
The dim light
Now bright
To the unaccustomed eyes

Fearfully compelled
Impossible to hide
In this darkness
Any longer

Shielded eyes
Trembling fingers
Halting steps

Face now lifting
In Timid Wonderment