WHIPPING


Street lamps cascade
along sodden pathways
where rainfall dampens
my face and my hair



But not my spirit
in this twilight hour
where my feet take me
in no particular direction


Yet I am already there
In my wildest dream
where no destination approaches
in saturated disdain


Still passion cannot be stifled
and even in utter hopelessness
I can find contentment
and be enchanted


As I raise the gauntlet
to avoid further whipping
Move my lips
to create a moonbeam


And gather my fragmentations
on this solitary path
as I embrace the night
In my Love...



Lady Di @ copyright
2007