Thursday, April 18, 1996

Pandora's Legacy

My birthday is tomorrow, and it is warm outside, but there is a slight chill in the air
     (ONLY Boone, in APRIL) ...
And I want to kiss your hand ... HAND?
     You heard what I said ... your hand!
Soft and oh so strong, rippling with tender but abrasive movements
     And my 19th birthday is tomorrow

I cannot wait to grow older ...
     I just want to be wiser and softer and nicer and
BETTER.

Who am I?  I don't know.
     Toss a coin - maybe it'll offer you a glimpse
Sneak a peek at my soul and decide for yourself.
     My whirlwind of thoughts will rush at your heart ...
But you cannot give me reason enough to send your waves
     On the course of the ocean I sail

Away on a grassy plain, my long lost Mother cries for me
     Her name is Night or another label perhaps better known in your mind
One of the legendary goddesses ...
     And she hides not, fears not, bruises not, angers not and loves
Not inside the room will you find yourself
     But outside in the breezes and the setting sun

But tomorrow's my 19th birthday ...
     Mother - what will you give me?
     Father - what wish shall you grant me?
     Daddy - how long can you bear me?
     Mama - how long can you exist without me?

Tears in my eyes for those who can find no comfort in the wind -
     The breeze dry them and lift my hair and spirits all at once
The nighttime cleanses my heart
     And brings a longing of unknown proportions
To the depths of my innocence ...
     Do ya have some, girl?  YES I DO.

I have it locked in a treasure chest, wood inlaid with gold
     My Pandora's Box of whims and ideals and beauty
INNOCENCE - HA!  Yes I am. 
     I cannot turn back time, but I can become new and unique and me.
I am not an afterthought, but I am irreversible and irreverent and restless.
     But I can come back

My inheritance is of greater worth than the mortal mind can conceive
     But in order to gain it, my parents need not die -
Only determine my readiness - My death will not occur in your lifetimes

My 19th birthday is tomorrow ...
     Time is relative
          to WHO you are
          WHAT you are &
          WHERE you come from.

My goblet is destined to rest upon the lips of the immortal
     And He who drinks WILL be satisfied
And, even in my humble state,
     I can offer so much more that you'll ever be aware.
But my 19th birthday is tomorrow, and
     ALL I WANT is "hugs". 

Mdawn

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Please critique my poetry; I am not bashful. Thanks for your feedback! Melissa ;-)