DREAMS

Many nuances – in the faces of my Children – come to me in the night.

In multi coloured – shaded shadows of dreams – they come to light.

They – in their histories journey – show me the way of free flight,

a flight into what this soul has already come to know,

so long ago - long before – on the screen – it came to show

where it is , we come from, where it is we are bound to go.

No Bite left in Life

These tired old eyes of mine - no longer have teeth.

They no longer chow down – from above or beneath,

all that youthful, younger eyes - full of that precious heat –

devour with such passion and agility, a mental feat

capable of, by souls and spirits filled with divine nourishment

while I, in a black hole, lost to the dark firmament,

live, within my hunger, starving in my blindness

for a taste of all the beauties and all the kindness

they so graciously and generously sent my way

while I , without ever attempting to repay

for more than has come, on wings, to me.

I think I now know ?, I think I now can see ?

 B. J. “A ” 2

November 1^st  2002