It's Late, It's Late
It's late, it's late,
Chasing the elusive white rabbit;
To capture him in my arms, to hold
And love him with no end;
Knowing this is an important desire of my heart.
This rabbit... or is it a rabbit only sometimes....
Things are not always as they appear.
As she who is I journeys after him;
Often making huge mistakes as she continues.
She takes the further steps needed for her fulfillment
Of the bigger picture of her destiny.
Her object of affection helps to make the dangers,
The wounds a bit easier to take as it helps to
Numb the pain along the way.
Copyright © Susan Clark | Year Posted 2016