Moon Baby Poetry 2001 - 2005

Through Parklawn

Beginning to see there is no end
The mantle of despair descends
Blinding light just beyond my grasp
The night enfolds, the day is past

Still I search the sky to find a way
To make it to the light of day
Pine tree on a hill, looking down
Solitary marker, flowers abound

Alone among so many others
Sister, fathers, mothers, brothers
Deer roam these parts or so I'm told
Eat the flowers and shiver in the cold

Why is fourteen the magic number?
Will it be the date to lie in slumber?
Or torture living over and over
My sadness reigns, I run for cover....