I am__

I am ...
A womanWith a full heart,
hiddenSomewhere in an empty room ...
With eyes not quite of autumn's gold,
and yetNeither all of summer's green;

I wonder ...
If love is a tale made for children
A granting of sweet dreams in their innocence
A honey-coating to help their throatsChoke down the bitter draught

I see ...
A woman, proud,
uncompromising,Diaphanous as air --
less, even, than the tears
That fall in desolation about her weary feet,
Salt poison pooled upon the withered ground

I want ...
a measure of quietude
a certain silence,
The echo of alone which heals me of dreaming,
The nothing that stills the wanting,
The numb, the cold that laughs at pain;

I am...
A woman,hidden ...
I pretend ...That I can live forever --
that TimeHas no puissance but that which I afford Him
And so, I can wait, I can be happy tomorrow,
Sleep is for the dead; but its ghosts haunt my waking ..
What smile divine should light the path to freedom
And how can I but heed the siren's call?
cry ...For having too much,
for fear of bursting,

I dreamOf bluest waters,
reachingWith unnatural hands toward the faded sky
Of dolphins that wander in seas without limits,
Carrying me water-breathing past corals and clouds ...

I hope ...
That my darkness holds you gently,
That pain is halved by sharing,
that feelingWields nothing past the words it summons,
Except that it touch you with only healing ...
I am A
woman,
only.