if
Tonight
soon learns
of the
innocent memories
that
Tomorrow
could hold hostage
(should she wish to)
but for
chance itself
(a seemingly motherless pride)
shall taint such vanity's waters
with a readied supply of surprise
and deliver
in its own flattering favor
a truly most unexpected out come
so to option to endeavor
a far firmer hold
upon
the vicious turnings
too tightly fisted regret
anger
shall then
in a feisty snit
breed unto fire
and take the first
of her many
haughty breaths
until
truce
emerges in exasperation
from the billowing ash
to brutally call off
all remaining bets
and such strangely
surreal slate of
so very bruised and
unaccountably upset
shall convene
without gall
but this time
on to
a much more level
playing field
a clear and open
summer's sky
where
two once, lonely
and aching hearts
are now alas permitted
to cry
but this time
together and in
immaculate joy
for the dear, dear
Nightingale
whom
even without wings
in this glorious
'Anything Is Possible'
place
is finally free at last
to fly
so know that
whether you run on ahead
or rather choose to wait for me
either which ever the divine way
I will, by the power of love alone
see you there....................
(July 30, 1999)