Hush, old woman.
I know your voice of defeat
all too well.
Who is it
you would resign yourself to be
despite protest?

Speak, little girl
who hides, tucked in crescent shadow
of my soul.
What is it
you need to say that causes pain
unspeakable?

Breathe, wounded one,
woman swept away on love's wind,
lost soul drifting.
When is it
you will surrender loss and see
my breathlessness.

Dance, free spirit,
loose yourself from bounds of my heart.
Find your groove.
Where is it
you would lead me if I was not
lame, paralyzed?

Hold me, mother,
spirit who moves through me like rain.
Cleanse me.
Why is it
you only shine through tears, say you'll
let me go.

Take me, angel,
standing guard, wing us into flight,
upward bound.
How is it
that you work miracles and yet
leave me behind?