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Poems

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Death Came Clothed in White

Down from the craggy hilltop they raced,
Their screams severing the Sunday calm;
Destiny's pawn had now been placed
As Time had held fate in his palm.

No harm had been meant by what she did say
To the girl who had eyes for the boy,
But Jealousy's arrow had shot her that day
Granting her sweet little lies to employ.

The one with green eyes and a sharp tongue
Stopped the girl one eve and said:
"My friend, I hate to have to be the one
To tell you, but you've been mislead.

"That boy you love dearly and dream of too,
The other day to me he spoke --what sorrow--
He loves you not and never will have you.
In truth, he'll leave this place tomorrow."

Struck with pain from deep within,
The girl fled up the craggy hill.
Holding the burning of the tears in,
She was frozen, a statue, still.

Then she gave up, she took her own life.
Too late were the two, love and the monster,
Her want and white lies were unbearable strife;
Both were too late to save her.

An innocent lie,
So small and white,
A single sharp cry
To shatter the night.

ŠJAL 9/25/98 3:34 a.m.

Too Much

I told you I loved you.
I don't use those words lightly.
I could never say them as a lie.
Never.

So what do I do now?
I still love you,
I always will,
but something has changed.
you? me?? us???
I can't bear to tell you...

I can't do it,
I -do- love you, too much so.
So much that the truth is unspeakable.
How can I tell you?
Who in their right mind
consciously hurts someone they love?
Tell me.

I'm not being fair to either of us,
I'm leading you on
and tearing myself apart.
I can't turn back
yet that's the only way.
Will you understand?
How could you,
I can't.

I can't do it,
I love you too much.

ŠJAL 9/29/98 1:36 pm

Easter Will Come

Autmn winds whispering...

Moon glowing in the night sky,
Orange as the many pumpkins.
Nothing escapes the chill,
The breath of fall and
Harvest.

Cold nights growing colder
And days growing still shorter.
Little bits of summer die,
Little bits of winter come,
Everything hushes and waits as
Dry dry leaves quietly announce the coming.

Out of the warmth of summer days
Comes
The cold.
Out of the cold, death is born
But
Earth's Easter will come again
Remember?

ŠJAL 9/29/98 2:27 pm

when the storm came -- II

the storm had come with all its might,
tearing leaves from the tree's limbs
and throwing them into the wind.
forcefully bending her slim trunk,
breaking her slowly but surely --
the tree nearly snaps.
the storm goes on.

too much rain,
it drowns her slowly but surely.
like too much of the best wine,
the rain still comes, intoxicating.
sweetness and pleasure
melt away to reveal the truth the next day,
to show the aftermath of the storm and the resulting flood.

the storm goes on,
endlessly beating the young tree,
washing away the ground,
once solid beneath her.

her limbs violently shake
as if in a desperate attempt to scream out,
"No! No! No! Stop!"
but the winds, the rain, the storm hear none of it.

and so, in final desperation
she goes limp,
the tree gives in
to the cruel touch of the pelting rain,
to the mocking laugh of the wind,
to the sheer power of the lighting
striking something in the heart of the tree.
she let it come.

and the storm broke her in two.

ŠJAL 1:27 am 9/29/98