It makes no matter: the coolness of the wind, a falling leaf,
the rising and setting of the sun,
the turning of the world on its axis,
that love awaits my call,
or__that my lungs might fill with air.
Let them wither in this hateful world of sadness.

Skies remain blue;
traffic moans, fire engines and inhalator vehicles screech their warnings.
Another day and I care none.
For my nights join the lonely, painful hearts;
to drain the very last tear from these weeping eyes.

I am numb because I have lived this night for a lifetime.
Loathsome as it is,
   the chain refuses to break me from the darkness.

LOOK! These eyes reveal an icy stare … a stillness.
I saw it—I swear I saw it! The mirror brought to me a familiar expression;
and it was then I missed you so __ dear mom.
Pain that was much too much to bear.
Excruciating pain, to make me yearn to join you, my dear lady.

I heard a laugh that was exactly like hers
      and realized it came from me.
How can I bear to laugh again?
For each time that I will laugh, I will feel the need to weep and moan.
Like my heart will fail to beat __ from the pain of the loss __ of this sunken ship.

"Sands are picked pristine
      unmoved
         clear down to the bone
            alighted gull concedes
             restitution
                calming heart in song"

Now, might I rest my head
   aside the cradle of my dreams dear mom?
Will the night find peace for me
   inside your memory and mother’s love?
Might a memory suffice
   to comfort a broken and saddened heart?
      Or will you make room for me
          on your journey home?

To my dearest lady: Joyce Pearl Fong [Coughlan] ~ My Mother
             * April 7th, 1927 to August 26th, 2005 *

TO CHARLOTTE'S WEB

TO ARTVILLA

~ SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW ~~ MIDI DATA BASE