poetry, prose, and other strings of words · 1993 - 2003
In Spirit
Number 164
February 16, 2003
A lonely flame chases away
The velvet embrace of dark
Claws extending toward my spirit.
Spirit not only lives but
Dies as the fire extinguished
By imbalance of nourishment.
The dancing gaiety ebbs every
So often blow the bellows,
Resuscitate soul, psyche, spirit.
Though she burns she is not sun,
Rather radiant rays of moonlinght
Captured under forests' eaves.
The forest is the father of my
Fears and bearer of my hopes,
Nursemaid of my dreams.
O live on forest!
Live on my hopes, my dreams!
Even the whispering fears too,
For ye are all but one—
In spirit.