Frolic Not

I frolic not in the center of your irised eye No more do I wander the field of pale above the belt of your jeans My hand rests not upon your T shirted chest now my head to rest in repose there ever more I do not muse upon your shoes or wonder at your feet I do not teary in your expression nor hang upon your voice The fields of my imagination are cleared of all dark wants in golden light I sunbath in my daydreams now shimmering in the golden force of God I am rested and relaxed I can wander now without ....hurry I can smell the fresh grass cut nearby and savor as if on my tongue the colors of fall flowers and cresting budding beads of seeds The breeze that once blew through your hair to bring me there Now carry me alight into the air like a seed pod angels I now have wings I soard with the birds who loft and feel my own power growing ever bolder in the falling light I can catch a rainbow in my palm now and place it in my heart to be given to another later What birthed joy is found! The pains of labor are over and the beckoning of new Earth has begun Rejoice Rejoice I rejoice in my very good choice to dance with the angels and leave the Devil in the details in someone else's bed