Jill Lapin-Zell - 2
Posh PovertyResplendent retinue
Of voiceless vagrants Subway synchronicity And boxcar blues Nameless faces And vacant stares Under tattered caps And castoff clothes Society’s sad silent souls That no one wants Discarded demons Tarnished goods But you’re home safe now Sheltered from the despair Warm instead of cold They cease to matter Yet they’re still out there Only more of them now While you feed your pride And gorge on your greed On My RadarThere you are
A blip on my screen A glowing green dot Suggesting you really do exist And looking for clearance to land My runway is alight Lower your landing gear And taxi on over to my gate |
Ancient UnionI called for you across the canyons of time
reached out my hand in open invitation asking that you join me once again to explore the magic of our souls’ journey home I would climb and fall 10,000 times before hearing the distant whisper that told me you were near sailing on cosmic winds toward our rendezvous I sat beneath the shady trees of my life learning the virtue of patience and softly singing the melody of time so you might find me and begin anew and there you were with sunbeam smiles passions that fanned the embers of countless heart fires lit long ago in faraway places with mystical names we come together now with open hearts sharing a joy born of new awareness to savor the double helix of life's mysteries and awaken to the promise of ancient union
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