AEIOUM

[Blueback]

There is a silent place in my heart, where a small cradle sits centered.
A place where you reign as an author of a hidden art.
I feel you know me better than I know myself.
As if you know the truth, of which I can only slowly rediscover.

With your guidance, I walked the path you had set out before me.
And I answered your call to do what was asked.
I did as the circumstances allowed me to do.
And I placed my trust in you to rightly follow through.

But there remains a one small thing. And that is a question.
This question is honest. As honest as it can be.
The question is - Who are you?
When all is said and done - Baby, who are you?

There were times when I thought you had gone.
To a place where your cradle was a lot more comfortable.
But you always came back, for which I'm very thankful for.
Or perhaps it was that I had the blackout curtains drawn.

With your kindness, you showed me things for which I never did expect.
And you placed me in situations difficult to evade.
You challenged my humility for which I did not appreciate.
And you took it all in stride as if it was all a matter of fate.

But there still remains a one small thing. And that is a nagging question.
This question is insistent. I really want to know.
And the question is - Who are you?
When all is said and done - Baby, who are you?

Hush, little baby, don't say a word...
No, don't say a word...
No, don't say a word...
Hush, little baby, don't you cry...
No, don't you cry...
No, don't you cry...

There will always be you (I hope) keeping your peace with me.
As I stumble and forget, while you smile and protect.
When I become dazed by the dazzles far around and about.
All the while your candle burns bright in my manger inside.

With your willingness, we shared much and I often felt your comfort.
And we faced difficult trials with you carrying much of the load.
We made sacred offerings of givings and thanks.
And we lived as best as we could, as though it was my last.

But yet there still remains a one small thing. And that is an unanswered question.
This question is eternal. Perhaps there's an answer.
And this question of mine is - Who are you?
When all is said and done - Baby, who are you?

[Red Reine]

Teardrops in the rain,
Escape in firelight.
Humdrum of a midnight train,
Refracted in mysted sign.

A float goes by,
Cambering its tune.
A soliloquy chorus,
In morning's dew.

Chills in oneiric slumber,
Sentience bares faint in amber.
Eye seesaws all in two.
I see you, tend to me too.

Whence breath takes shape,
Release in orange dusk,
Cries of mouths agape,
Distilled in willful pause.

A stranger passes,
Of strangest utterance,
A solitude echo,
In deep and shallow.

Cranes lift as almighty steady,
Storks in line blankets ready.
Eye seesaws all in two.
I see you, enter me into.

Born of all since ages,
Living presence in expense,
Gifts shower in flames,
Alight behind a lamp shade.

A lightning flashes,
Of instant judgement,
A thunder roars,
In trumpet and tremor.

Angels come sing o joyful,
To thee, to thee, one two three,
Eye seesaws all in two.
I see you, divide right in two.

In Light of Love.
Of Light of Love..
For Light of Love...
My eyes are wide open.
My eyes see you through.