Frolic Not
I frolic not in the center of your irised eye
No more do I wander the field of pale above the belt of your jeans
My hand rests not upon your T shirted chest
now my head to rest in repose there ever more
I do not muse upon your shoes
or wonder at your feet
I do not teary in your expression
nor hang upon your voice
The fields of my imagination are cleared of all dark wants
in golden light I sunbath in my daydreams now
shimmering in the golden force of God
I am rested and relaxed
I can wander now without ....hurry
I can smell the fresh grass cut nearby and savor as if on my tongue
the colors of fall flowers and cresting budding beads of seeds
The breeze that once blew through your hair to bring me there
Now carry me alight into the air
like a seed pod angels
I now have wings
I soard with the birds who loft
and feel my own power growing ever bolder in the falling light
I can catch a rainbow in my palm now and place it in my heart
to be given to another later
What birthed joy is found!
The pains of labor are over
and the beckoning of new
Earth has begun
Rejoice Rejoice
I rejoice in my very good choice
to dance with the angels
and leave the Devil in the details in someone else's bed
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