Nightingale

Nightingale, please call to me,
Reach out through the darkness
With your clear, beautiful song,
Convince me there is truth in
your wooing words.

Let me know your purpose,
Find me with your most
Righteous intention.
Draw me to you
With praise, honor, and hope.

Sing to me oh Nightingale,
Let me dream of what once was,
And what is yet to come,
All in one precious moment.
Do not let me believe it is a dream.

Find me in my darkness,
Light up my heart
With your night music,
So I may believe again,
In You and In Love.

Mary

Lost Boys

Lost Boys

Why is it that
All the Lost Boys
Come to find me
In the corners of my dreams,
When all I want to do is fly.

Needing and empty,
Wanting and unloved
They come to me like Wendy,
Seeking care, seeking love
But never wanting to leave,
to come with me.

Like Lords of the Flies
They beg me to run with their pack
To try to live a lie
Forget the part of me
That yearns for Home.

I want to fly
To be a part of their world and mine
Not lost,
Not Wendy,
But free to be Me.

Second Chances

Finding you,

I am found,
Even though it may be
Our second time around.

Feeling like
We are woven
Together in the
Tapestry of Time.

Tight but comfortable,
Easy, familiar, like a dream
Your lips haunted me for decades
but now I am awake.

Nothing to miss
Nothing to fear
Our love is so true
So infinite and clear.

I thank you
With each breath
I love you... til death
Find me in the ether now
Where we are born forever.

Mary Kirkpatrick

The Itch

The Itch

That place on my back
I just can't scratch
The sensation that I sit with,
Reminds me of the price of freedom.

Sweet pain, unfortunate gift,
Tells me the truth
About the afterlife
Not the never ending pleasure or pain,
But the itch you can't scratch.

The after life
Of your control, of your rage,
The sliding down
From your gilded cage,

I'll take the itch
I cannot scratch
Over the wrath and your
Silent Pact.


Mary Kirkpatrick

Hungry Ghost

Hungry Ghost

I am aching inside,

Trapped in the realm of the hungry ghost,

Thrust upon this material plane,

Where that hunger persists,

Deepening into the hollow wonder

of a paucity of being.

Where do I deserve

Love, honor, worthiness

Not here.

Used, abused, erased, accused,

I race to find my blackened visage

Like Narcissus in the murky Water of Life.

The weight of now pulls me down,

What awaits this empty shell

Compassion cannot come from one direction,

Truly there must be a safer plane than this

A dimension free of the pain of your indifference.

Mary K. 2018

Potential

Potential

Grey, dark skies
Loom over my consciousness
Fecund blooms await to open
In my soul
Like tight rose buds in June.

Bursting inside to become
Something outside
Resembling the technicolor
Dreams lingering just
Beneath the surface.

This low humming buzz
Ever present, an energy
That yearns for expression
Something holding at bay
This endless desire to Create.

Could it be,
That I am worthy
Of adding to this Universal
Tapestry of Truth?

Mary Kirkpatrick -2018