For Rio
In heavy handcuffs they took you.
Your adolescent brilliance squandered.
Pills coated with puff ball power and nightmare fantasies --
The alter of your worship
Swinging you up, falling you down.
Easy money licked your youthful lips.
You believed the saccharin sweetness.
They locked you behind the cold thud of metal.
We met, our hands pressed together sweating through the
thickness of
bulletproof glass.
Steel-blue child eyes weep, piecing into mine.
No way out now. No where to run. No where to hide.
Beautiful warrior of my womb
With the rising sun smile
They have taken you away.
You must endure. You will endure.
In punishment will you discover remorse, redemption, renewal?
Minutes turning days
Days turning weeks
Weeks turning months
Months turning years
Metamorphosis of youth to man
Growing in a garden of electrified barbed wire.
Who are you now?
Has your heart turned hard as the grey cement you pace?
Has hope vanquished from your thoughts?
Are there rainbows in your dreams?
echoes of the wind
the wind dream comes
invisibly penetrating space and form
it comes in silver softnesswhispering
hardly visible somewhere there
in heavy heat lying in relentless stillness
it is there as anticipation
sometimes it billows warm
carrying the seedy life of spring to divine destinations
it comes as sharp stinging needles iced with numbing
coldness
or the roaring raging voice of coming storm
a formless creator
swirling sand designing desert landscapes
sailing vessels over oceans lifting waves to touch the sky
elfishly tickling the tips of leaves
dancing with flirting flowers
pushing the lake
soaring the eagle
drifting the snow
it is the mystical sound of stillness
singing the planetary song
