she is stone
a weeping of
messages
from the hard
side of time
she is a half
open door
an envelope
unsealed
passion fire
burns within
her tears are
jewels
spilled to the
floor
broken.
weeping crystals,
messages from time;
the colors draw the eyes
into
her fold of hardness.
Her jewels are words,
diamonds,
sure paths of unbridled truth;
pain separates the spirit
from blood.
Tears are for someone else;
foreign feelings fail her.
The undecided lag behind
where she leads.
She is a half open door,
an envelope unsealed.
Fire dips into the passion she burns.
A rising song floats
from the piano of fingers
calling her,
driving her to the center,
the stage she holds.
Roger G. Singer
PO Box 2501
Glenville, NY 12325-2501
518-399-3810
cabanaph424@verizon.net
Roger Singer 