I am a Storyteller, first and foremost. This is my blog for poetry, prose, stories, excerpts of my novels and videos. Life poetry, prophetic poetry, poetry for all genres. I think you'll find yourself here if you read long enough.
I do not know why I was never afraid of storms Why I longed for them, looked for them, prayed for them Needing to feel that electrical charge in the air, That blinding white lightning, that menacing roar That violent thrusting of a great downpour. Sans umbrella, I would run in the rain Wade in the water, play in the mud Dare the Heavens to chastise my defiance, Fling out my arms and beg angels to dance For no mortal would, like me, take a chance. And so I grew from girl to woman Always searching, always wanting Always needing, always grieving Always lonely with no love around Always lost and never found. And then I saw with eyes wide open The strangest thing, the sweetest thing So like a dream but not a dream A dream come true like a fond wish granted My tears turned to seeds and those seeds then were planted. And I watered them and I tended them I cared for them like the gardener of Eden Sometimes a seed would sprout out of the dirt And I would watch hopefully with tears in my eye Only to see it soon wither and die. Disappointment was the cloak I wore Dark with despair and disconsolate Dangerously daring and almost past caring I ran then from love for I could no longer take Watching what I thought was real turn to fake. So I pretended that I didn't care Played with the tigers and ran with the lions An innocent lost in the valley of shadows Trying so hard to be found in this world But just a face in the crowd of lost boys and girls. We had our fun out on the run Defying death and loathing life Gothic angels with bent halos Seeking for shelter or a hole in the ground But really, just dying to somehow be found. And then one day after years of dying For life had evaded and love had perished stillborn I turned a corner that I had never turned And I saw the face that my soul had known On a plant that sprang up from those tears I had sown. The face of a lost boy who wandered like me Looking for something that he could never find Standing before doors that were slammed in his face Stinging from weapons of words to his heart Our hands clasped as though they had not been apart. His mouth, my mouth devoured with kisses His eyes, my eyes would not look away from His body, my body could not wait to make love to His heart, my heart heard without making a sound And this lost girl and that lost boy had finally been found. In a world of madness, we had found our sanity In a world of dragons, we had found our swords In a world of darkness, we had found our light In a world of lack filled with just empty shelves We had found that love lived, we had found ourselves. The lost boy and I who had both planted seeds When we were just children and abandoned to weeds When no love would spring up from our careful tending Now flourished and nourished and scenting the air He was my seed, I was his, born of dreams, standing there.
