Status Updates From The Heart of a Woman: And O...

"WHERE?

I called you through the silent night
Across the brooding deep
I sought you in the shadowland
From out the world-asleep;

No answer echoed to my call,
And now my way I thread
About the lowly mounds that rise
Among the silent dead.

Though voiceless, you will hear my call,
Your soul will heed my cry,
Will rise, and mock the prison where
Your bones recumbent lie."

"QUERY

Is she the sage who will not sip
The cup love presses to her lip?
Or she who drinks the mad cup dry
And turns with smiling face -- to die?"

“The heart of a woman goes forth with the dawn,
As a lone bird, soft winging, so restlessly on,
Afar o'er life's turrets and vales does it roam
In the wake of those echoes the heart calls home.

The heart of a woman falls back with the night,
And enters some alien cage in its plight,
And tries to forget it has dreamed of the stars
While it breaks, breaks, breaks on the sheltering bars.”