(Untitled) sometime in 1999


If I could be a snowflake,
thought a little speck of dust,
I would enchant with my symmetry,
my infinite intricacies;
I would sting you with my icy beauty,
breaking your heart as I melt into a drop,
upon your touch.....

...or, if I could be a grain of sand,
refined into its essence
by the eons of ocean waves,
hard,
secure in the wisdom of ages.....

....or a diamond, even,
reflecting while transforming light,
a perfection of time and fire.....

...or maybe a pearl,
pure and white,
luminous from layers of oyster love.....

....ah well, wishes are not alchemy,
I am a speck of dust,
I am nothing.....

...there is hope, though.....



Poetry

Weaving the Aurora

We spin in a dervish's dance
the silken threads of dream wishes,
enclosing ourselves in that cocoon;
and when the hour of unfolding has come
we will hang that shimmering tapestry
from the stars.

ophe
June 1999

Spirit
Poetry

The Hermit Thrush
ophe 11/16/01


after Zeus roared,
while all the world hid in shuttered silence,
even the wind not daring to breathe,
one tiny trembling heart,
could no longer withhold
her bursting song of Praise.

Poetry