Longings For An Oasis

I do believe
this is a familiar feeling.
The cooling touch of water
at my feet,
as I stand alone
in my desert,
barren since the dawn.

My eyes strain
in this new light.
But I can feel it
in my heart,
the thundering vibrations
of an oncoming flood.
My hand clutches at my chest.

And yet I smile.
What once brought terror
now brings real excitement.
I feel the seeds of life
weighing heavily in my pocket.
Perhapse they’ll take root,
and I’ll share the shade with you.


My Myth, Part 2: Abduction and Release

Each day my mind weaves a shroud
And each night it is unraveled
For despite the words I speak
They are lies to delay my duty.

So often it feels as though
It is forbidden to grow
Not by the authority of a Mother
But a self-imposed imprisonment.

As time passes
It is beyond me to recall
On what day, at what time
What moment did I consume those cursed seeds?

Was I freed from the shackles of that cave wall
Only to wander, invisible?
Unknowingly, a ring slipped on my finger
By those devilish, dancing shadows.


Sword in the Stone

What exists in me
I do not see in this World
And, so, I’ve been told
I act with reserve
Speak with flamboyance
This mask I wear
So deceiving
A miracle, of grand design
So They try
By their hands or mine
To show my face
But we fail everytime
This guise of mine
A sword kept in stone
Where is she
My once and future king
To pull me, to rule me
And build a golden castle
Upon this foundation I have laid