A Shadow’s Shadow
For much too long I felt that I
Could not do much alone;
Even after I really had
And was a woman grown.
I thought my light was much too dim
To shine forth and be seen,
That I could only reflect the light
Of older and wiser souls who had been
Around the world and back while I
Had lingered close to home.
I could just their shadow’s shadow be,
Never blazing out on my own
Until one day I found myself
Where none of them had been
And I could walk, could talk, could stand;
I could aspire and win!
I hold still those dear memories
Of my mentors and my guides
But I no longer need to wait
Or try to hitch their rides.
I owe them much but myself more,
Though my gratitude I keep
For all that I no longer need--
So in peace may they sleep.
I’ll stand, I’ll strive and I will shine
With my own inner light
And shadow’s shadow be no more
Until the fall of night.
GMW © Aug 2015
Silver hair and silver eyes--
Before the silver bullet flies
To pierce the heart, unerringly,
A wound from which I cannot flee.
Two who discovered and won my soul,
Tore me asunder while making me whole,
Taught me to love and also to lie,
Leaving me cured of all fear to die.
The metal of power, eldritch and arcane
The both of you wielded, never in vain.
With no effort at all did you capture me,
To leave me in time, alone yet not free.
Silver eyes and silver hair—
Took me and changed me, with so little care.
Loved me and left me, for better or worse?
To this day I don’t know: should I bless or curse?
For JFR & BDC
GMW © 11 Sep 15
The weather is unusual--
Hasn’t it always been?
The seasons slip a notch or two
And then shift back again.
It’s hotter, colder, wet or dry
Some will tell you they know why
But do they know or just pretend
To try to gain their own pet end?
The powers that control all this
Put our weak influence to shame
The universe is much too vast
For petty man to sway or tame.
Science changes every day.
Perhaps the ancient pagan way
Makes as much sense as anything.
Go sky clad into the rain and sing!
GMW C: 2015
Love Letter From Limbo
Far from heaven but not quite hell—
This strange bleak place I know too well.
How many times have I waited here
Lost in a fog that will never clear.
Holding to a dream that never comes true,
Longing and loving and waiting for you.
You were too many while I was just one.
Waiting in limbo for deeds never done,
Listening in vain for words never said.
So far from life here but still not dead.
Dead hearts do not ache the way mine does.
Yes, I’ve been in limbo; surely it was.
The one thing I always sought
Was never quite within reach.
When it was given to me
Seems that I drew back each
Time and did not take
That which was offered to me.
I continued to wait for the prince
Who never seemed able to see.
The one who waited in Limbo
With a heart so fragile and torn.
Silly Jack and Miniver Cheevy--
Cursing the day she was born.
Why do we want what we can’t have
And ignore that offered and free?
Or pretend that it has no value
Because it is given, maybe?
I Have A Dream…
I have a dream
The thought cliché
Yet true and real—
What can I say?
This dream came late
At the wrong time;
The hand of fate
Or more sublime?
I dared to dream
I dreamed to dare;
I took one step.
Does no one care?
Can I take more
And move ahead
And reach this goal
Ere I am dead?
I’m weary now
But I will not quail.
I will not quit for
I must not fail.
I have a dream.
I need that goal.
It gets me up
And keeps me whole.
A Sepia Toned Picture
That Belle Starr girl with reins in hand--
She lived so long ago.
Scarcely can I comprehend
She’s someone that I know.
A lot of her remains in me
The one I am today—
That time and place, that youthful face--
Are now so far away.
She had some dreams or so it seems
And stars in her eager eyes.
For life ran out ahead, away,
A new route to distant skies.
Friends and lovers to be found,
Goals to seek and bring to ground,
Steeds to train and trails to ride…
Back there on that other side
Of waiting to be grown and free.
But was I her or is she me?