I need an escort
Where is my chariot of
Friends that love
Unconditionally
I have a broken
Earthly mother
My words fall on
Deafened ears
This nurtured loneliness
I call out to my
Supernatural mother
Come and sit by me
May I rest my head
In your lap?
Manifest my best self?
I have only
A father’s broken wings
To console me
Where do we find
The pieces that are
Capable of fulfilling
The puzzled picture
What does it take
When does it appear?
Dust off the residue
Of a lingering past
Glassy eyed
The greatest crime
Is to forget one’s self
© GÄ
Poétique 