From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: the big thing
Date: Sat Jun  4 17:40:08 1994

Swilling a delicious wine
And smoking
While listening to the
Young child in her
Spout words of wisdom

The burning permeates
The room with a presence
More material than my own
As it floats on the
Wind to my nostrils
And fills me with
A scent of an unknown
Place

She crouches on the floor
Looking for the jewels
She lost in another place, far from here
In another time, unknown to me
In another life, when she was not as I know her

So we raise our faces
To the moonlit sky
And sing the Old music
In harmony with
The stars and the spheres in the
Old dance which mortals have forgotten
From the mouths of babes
We remember nothing that we once knew

Hot irons on icy faces
Burn the flesh
And add to the smoky
Room a scent of humanity
And an odor of lost love

And the Children they remeber
The ways of old from the faerie
Teachers that teach them in
Their dreams
While they slept
With angelic faces
To mirror their Teachers
From the Old music

Light bulbs screaming
Their power for us to hear
The power which I can control
Only partially
Let me use your power, oh great one ( she laughs)

The music rings in my ears
As I lay on my back
It washes over me
In a cloud of sweetness
I watch the little shadows
Of children on the wall although
I am alone in this place
Swilling and smoking

Cold appendages touch my warm body
Blackened, smudged fingers clasped
In mine
I hold this forbidden one close to my heart
And she screams in pain as though I have hurt her

The sky changes from deeply black
To grey to a suddenly shining gold
And the song changes from the Old music
Of the night to the hurried chaos
Of daylight and we keep singing the fading
Harmony as we go through our daily paces
Of life in order to achieve the accepted
Norm of success

A picturesque life scene
pans out before these very eyes of mine
Of rainbow-haired children
Dancing in the fields of glorious wild flowers
As a steady rain drenches their tiny forms

**to be continued in next post**