Sunday, April 11, 2010

VANISHING _ after Frida K. _

I was in the morphine loop,
the angelic phase,
the distance from pain that one
desires, feeds for, hopes for,

I was inside my songs, ones that brought me balance, relief, and
were equal to the loop
         on any other day,

I saw stars, oceans with red beacons,
heard lapping waves and 
the calling chatter of gulls,

I tasted the scented lilacs of Omaha,
I was bathed in bliss and fanned 
with wings of dragonflies
from the beaches of Waveland,

All Things
came together and released 
my body
          from pain. 

[posted via iPhone]