I am beautiful and wise, yet
I have been scorned by the world...

Ego, spirit, heart and soul
merge as one in the stillness...

I quite miss the uncertainty
of the roaring gales of fire...

Whimsy is a subtle kiss
Of death on naked life...

If there was a way for me
to release myself...

From the top of the hill I can feel
the wind blowing on my face...

In this dark room I sit
contemplating the darkness of my shadow...

I often ponder in those silent moments
if Adam and Eve were under a spell...

Walk with me down the rabbit hole
the other side of the endless blue sky...

As a girl I used to sing along so mindlessly
to the words of the black eyed peas...

brothers who are bold and strong
sisters who are wise and worthy...

I have to make a confession
this poem is a dedication...