Were we greater then?

It’s raining in my head

4am tunes that turn

to dust in morning light:

we were greater then

more than less

my silky skin hid

the scars I bore.

Are we wiser now?

Our faces stretched ‘n worn

we’ve travelled every path

a panoply of mystic routes

to a heaven we’ll never find.

We were bolder then

before we dived inside

this wild rip tide of destiny.

It’s raining in my head

4am tunes that vanish

with the dawn:

my hands were tied

by expectations spun

with golden rings

till the children tumbled

from the stars to love me.

Life became an

pilgrim’s  road of

needing, wanting, waiting

but it’s raining in my head

4am tunes that fade

with morning light.

A spring wind’s blown

your name away

I’ve left you lost

in city lights

while I fly swan - winged

in a soaring sky

that calls me by my last name.