Oh, my dearest Catherine
I wish I had the words to make it all...stop.
Not go away...I'm not that powerfull...just stop.
Time enough to heal a little, gather strength for the next salvo.
Take an unencumbered deep breath.

You know it's not going away anytime soon,
can't stop it.
You, the spry Chickadee, hopping from spray to spray,
traveling in time with each destination of flight.
Or is it fright?

Uncertain directions, uncertain gait
forward and backwards, sometimes to the side.
Allusions to the frenzy of wild leaping.
Watch out! Watch out! It's a long way down.
I'm scared...I cannot say enough.

Parallel worlds of combat, the 24/7 of battle is wearing you to a nub.
Rules and standards are out the window,
you are in a zone where rules and standards flit like the bird
hither here and hither there.
rules of conduct, right or wrong,
not apparent to the innocent.
Probably just as well.

More of the parallels,
Or the higher order of triallels?
Can it be that complicated?
Of course it can, your dynamics are complex
and oh, so powerful.

No mask is meant to stay
Just a gentle reprieve for the day.
true or false - take a breath?
Take my breath!
I would surely give you all...if I could.

A chair for to sit and gaze,
the ocean will speak to your soul
A salt water spray and wind upon your face
and the sound will soothe your sorrowful heart.
I'll order up a moon to cast a shadow for your restful night.

The birds will suspend in flight
while others come in for crash landings
ascending triumphant with their booty.
Sad and good all at once.

Perspective sucks.

Damn, reality sneaks back in. Crap.