Mother's Milk*
She rides across the empty air
Between the water and the wind.
No stars define the hemisphere,
No currents to carry her toward an end.
No sun delivers her shadow...
She must sustain it coiled within.
Eyes darken under dreamless brow;
Her face is growing pale and thin.
No imprint of soundless footfall
Remarks her horse's consequence.
Her right hand keeps a china doll,
In her left an orb of fragile glass.
She soars in atmospheres thin
then dipped to wave crests
wondering sin.
Fearing the worst of what are the tests
Sainthood is wearing her thin.
Carried perhaps, wanting to rest
lets the winds take her, enfold her within
Thermals offer a ride that is best
sharing and showing both a frown and a grin.
She glides 'cross starless skies, stills time,
steers ships at sea through chaos' clime.
Her gown of cloud wreathes her form
and keeps the seeds 'neath winter warm.
Spring will come and she will rest,
her heart melts tears spilt over breasts
of mountains where the clean rill flows
beneath. A secret, no one knows.
By Amy c/o Gary, Dallas and Lovechild (c) 2010
* title suggested by LC
She rides across the empty air
Between the water and the wind.
No stars define the hemisphere,
No currents to carry her toward an end.
No sun delivers her shadow...
She must sustain it coiled within.
Eyes darken under dreamless brow;
Her face is growing pale and thin.
No imprint of soundless footfall
Remarks her horse's consequence.
Her right hand keeps a china doll,
In her left an orb of fragile glass.
She soars in atmospheres thin
then dipped to wave crests
wondering sin.
Fearing the worst of what are the tests
Sainthood is wearing her thin.
Carried perhaps, wanting to rest
lets the winds take her, enfold her within
Thermals offer a ride that is best
sharing and showing both a frown and a grin.
She glides 'cross starless skies, stills time,
steers ships at sea through chaos' clime.
Her gown of cloud wreathes her form
and keeps the seeds 'neath winter warm.
Spring will come and she will rest,
her heart melts tears spilt over breasts
of mountains where the clean rill flows
beneath. A secret, no one knows.
By Amy c/o Gary, Dallas and Lovechild (c) 2010
* title suggested by LC