Left With a Job to Do

Left With A Job To Do

These last two years have brought forth a myriad of changes
The quick shuffling of the deck
The cards tossed into the winds of eternity.

Women, women your dreams come calling to you
Friends of the heart come closer
Friends of the blood
shuffle themselves back to the old deck
of old, painful ways.

A man of Great Heart
A woman of challenge
the love and support must remain hidden now
Waving to each other across the nightmares of the deadened ones.

I walk through the crowds of years and tears asking:
Do you know this is only a dream?
Getting no reply, just a fascinated distraction
I settle into the dream with the lady sleepers,
Left with a job to do......

3/12/88