Poetry

[Muroc]

Also from the pen of my Daughter - a poem

Falling

Blinded by the seeing light
Innocent of charm
Enveloped in constant night
Times seventh arm
In the eye of the storm I live
A constant of distant disaster
A reason for my life spontaneity and chaos gives
For life I’ll never master
I leap through the endless night
As in the blue full moon takes flight
For what comes I already know
I will end up swimming -still
Deep beneath cold snow

Though the end of my life shan’t come

For none the feeling of high tides low
Blinded beneath cold white
Yet why I’ll never know