“One can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar” Helen Keller

By Elvira

I DO NOT                              creep                           into my
grave,
for my Body                                                    Stone.
That                          which               was                  me
soars
to uncharted places
liquid                                                ghostly                         gossamer
wings
take                             ME there.

No harps play
St George
is busy with
a dragon —
Catherine spins
her wheel.
I                                walk                             alone
on streets
made of                                               Bones of
the Past.

One                          is                                  Mine:
I           care     NOT
because                                               I Begin to Soar!
The African Winds,                          take     Me
to Europe.
of old:
Queen Eleanor.
in her French villa.

I                                Choose                                    this time
though war and
pestilence
reign
for my soul               finds                            peace and home
in the Troubadour’s song

So,
I           become dust
that travels
“Back
o the
Future”

October 2014

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