Metamorphosis

Metamorphosis

For Tim

In my vision you emerge from a fire,
a forest incandescent around you.
The flames purify your truth to essence
revealing there your regeneration.

A forest incandescent around you
transforms to shaded havens for new thought,
revealing your new regeneration
with its shining cleansed spiritual youth.

You grant a shaded haven of new thought
that buoys the ones you need to love and teach.
They’re swayed by your cleansed spiritual youth
but you remain aloof, beyond their reach.

They wait, the ones you need to love and teach,
for you to inform and give them license.
They yearn to reunite with you now they’ve
seen flames purify your truth to essence.

The time has come to bestow your license,
allow truth to imbue their spirits too.
That which revealed your regeneration
now radiates through them in its brilliance.

© Gay Reiser Cannon * 6.19.2014* All Rights Reserved

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The Time of Rings

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That day the circus came to town
her sweetheart had to leave for war.
The wagons rolled past bands of clowns,
the sun shone bright on beasts; his sword

took her best place there by his side.
That day the circus came to town,
they smiled and cried, they said goodbye,
the train wrapped them in steamy clouds.

Four years of gloom, the rain poured down
she closed her eyes and saw his smile
that day the circus came to town.
His letters now make life worthwhile.

Another band, a new parade
A peace declared, he’s homeward bound.
His eyes are wrapped, he has an aide–
so changed, since circus came to town.

© Gay Reiser Cannon * All Rights Reserved * 12/6/2012