Fortune Cookie

You reappeared did you not?

I was warned was I not?

But you came again,

quietly, surely, you came again.

Stirring up the red clay dust of hope that lays on the ground of my soul.

Long settled, long undisturbed.

I with teary eyes strain to see your face, through the haze.

You smell of the earth, you smell of my dreams, you smell of my pain.

I reach for you, hoping, oh hoping, that with touch I can recall your form.

That I could remember what fingertips long have put to memory.

But it is not you, I find, no not the form that I once knew.

You are different, the same,but different,

somehow,

someway.

All the words I had prepared to send you away now fail me,

trapped in my throat.

You've come again, but you are new.

Somehow all things are new.

Untold

Wipe the sleep out of your eyes ,

early morning to night.

You have been sleep too long,

enchanted into still slumber.

Like the princess in the tower-waiting-not dead, yet not living.

For no one is coming to save you.

The childhood tales were not true.

Their is no knight, no trusty stead, no valiant honor.

Wipe the sleep out of your eyes, arise and wake

their is much to make of this life

their is much to do in this time.

And what was whispered, the spell that was spun was not truth ,but well intended, lies.

Oh heart,

oh daughters.

Eyes to see,

lips to taste,

feet walk.

Begin, begin

against ,perhaps, your own will

walk, maybe, poorly.

But you must do

But you must live so

Arise from your bed of waiting and go.