Sleep eludes me tonight,
My mind puts up too much fight,
I should really go to bed,
But I can’t calm my head,

The hours are gradually ticking by,
The sun will soon appear in the sky,
Then I will have to head off to work,
Without sleep I shall go berserk,

So it would be better if I could just sleep,
Preferably it would be nice and deep,
Being awake is no good for me,
I will need to down lots of tea,

But I don’t know how to settle my mind,
Inner peacefulness I can’t seem to find,
So here I am writing this,
Thinking of those that I miss.

Like helpless children
of passive parents,
we cave into fear

We must not only fill
opportunist's coffers
or post on social media

Raise HELL on bullies
support leaders
not resting on laurels

No time for hand ringing
wiping brows or catatonia
rally for all seeking office

If I were to die now
would I be a melody
you bring to life
in tunes of forever vows
or would you take me
into your mind’s heart
till the end of your song
and will the image of us
live in visions of love

Marta
Revised 5/3/17

O  my precious-
Leaving looms as a huge black vulture before me
And I am terrified.

I cannot buy him off with tears or with pleading
And I cannot hide from his seeking eyes.

All the courage I promised myself has fled me
And I tremble alone in my fear.

What will become of this raging inferno
When the winds of distance fan it.
Will it flash higher or gutter and die.
The colossal dark bird doesn’t answer.

He only stands watching
As uncaring clock hands
Drag me ever closer.

The world goes out of focus with my longing.
Just one moment more, a minute, an hour-
A lifetime would be not enough.

O my beloved-
I hear his wings flapping, waiting for me
And I crumble.

Somehow I must find a face
With some valor in it that can say goodbye
And not drown us both in sorrow.

That can watch you go
For an ever of evers
And not cry out against our very  God.

I am so small
And your gift is so great
How shall I conquer this parting.

In this, my hour of panic I would sell all of my past
For one half of its time in the future.
But the ebony bird isn’t buying.

He’s only beckoning me
And I must go
And I MUST go

O my true lover, I must go.