Who would have thought
Someone else lives in my world?
Like a blushing bride,
The heart that waits
where patience resides.
Still, count the waves when black turns green
Beneath a waning moon.
The tingle in your shins
When you look over the edge.
Is that sweet release or impending doom
Your body senses?
Your body will react,
Sometimes unasked,
It saves you from yourself.
For where else can you look
When he answers you seek are not found in books
With a pretty picture the front
Or a clever bio in the back.
The questions asked by the cave,
Kissed by the fire's tongue before rising to heaven,
Those are the ones upon whose answers I wait;
My own double jeopardy.
A supplicant with proud knees,
A sigh floating on the misted breeze.
For all the chances lost to doubt,
It took a like soul
To echo my thoughts
Though i still prefer the whisper soft
To the top of the mountain shout.
Circa 1996
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