I know

I am not a lady
Not a wild woman
Pretty mild child woman
I get carried away
Out on the tide
Of others' affairs
It's the way I ride.

I still dream
And the stars just get
Bigger in my eyes
Soft forget me nots blossoming
Till tears turn
To don't-care ice.

I know all the dreams I dream
are true
They happened to someone, somewhere,some time
Not to me,
Just never to me,
But still I live them
For they're mine.

So I hunt the shooting star
Await the fallen angel's rise
And deep in blistered volcanic heart
Suppress lava tears with lies.

And this is such a very worldly wise
World
Where leaves curl in patterns
To please
Petals unfold in golden ratio whorls
There's a calm order to such things

And I'm a juke box
Waiting upon the arbitrary toss
Of your chance coin of dubious profit
To offer up my song of unfathomable
loss.

I'm reason
Without a rhyme
A bell deep and grave
Who's lost her chime
And faintly echoes deeper gongs.

I am enamored
Of no fleeting season
But in timeless impossible climes
I am nectar, Immortality
In love with dying.

Which key holds the clue
Which will turn the lock
The doors deadheat
And hushing scold and mock
I feel the cold draft
Swift unseen courses
Not my speed and I miss
you so.

I miss the boat.
At the safe harbor
Of no returning port
I jettison myself
And yet return, icy spectre
Honest ghost
A ghastly glide through
Idle town
For I cannot
Be lost
Wearing my thorn
embedded crown.

(c) Amrita Valan 2015