Rain

hmmm. as usual, poems have a personal and a universal meaning. The personal meaning will go undisclosed. The universal meaning is that once the gates of love have opened in oneself, one's Lover is ever-present, and one feels that unifying bliss as one's own life. Thank you all for your gift of reading and asking. ~A

When I first joined Neopoet, I had problems with posting.... as a result I subscribed under different names in order to post my poems. Some of my first poems *disappeared* when all three identities (Anna Ruiz, Kailashana and Anabebe) were integrated. Picasso was such a poem. I'll post it here... and I'll post it on the Stream. It is my *story*. Love. Anna PICASSO Picasso had his way with me last night He rearranged my face and I awakened To an altered Reality. My left eye was like a Star of Bethlehem Shining in the back of my head That I may see where I have been, To be assured— To answer my question— Have I been walking along the right Path? And I was blessed with 20/20 hindsight, An optical illusion, How the darkness meets the light. My right eye was just under my left foot, Gathering dust from the ground I still walk upon, Even as my soul wanders into an ever-present, Dark infinity, just beyond my tenuous grasp Into daybreak, Into the songs of a meadow lark, Into the blades of grass, my homecoming A masterpiece in vibrating colours and mystical Sounds. My nose disappeared altogether, It clung to the seascape just ahead of me, Breathing deep from the ocean, The deepest blue, And the brine had marked its passage Along the bridge, And I saw a starfish bow, and The songs of kelp were turquoise, with Smatterings of fuchsia. And I wondered what he did with my lips, Were they sealed in some blooming desert? Amoung the parched white bones of frightened creatures Burned by the sun? Were they hanging on the cross, Painted in the timber? Silenced for eternity? Picasso rearranged my face last night, And freed my lusty soul. (This is the second poem in my waiting-to-be-published book "The Dawn Tree". My publisher is having financial issues.)

ahh.. orgami.... you know the *far* country....;-) You have inspired me once again... Thanks. Rain I shed a tear become One in You reaching for You I am lost in all that sea, a forest melody without rhyme or reason, without field of clover the scent of Heaven like heavy dew on my mind. ~Anna