Stree Poems


No Mirror

Its hard to love so dearly,
in a life so short as this,
for the deepest pain and emptiness,
seem payment for perfect bliss...

But this to you I give my loves,
a legacy of my all,
so you will know I`m never really gone,
and I will always hear your call...

And You will know me in these ways:
These ruddy reds and golds of my skin,
I will give to the sunrise for each day to begin,
The strength of my arm I will give to the trees,
the breath of my laugh I will lend to each breeze,
The hue of my eyes I can give to the skies,
so a grey sky in winter will be no surprise!
And you`ll see the smooth and the white of my teeth,
laying serene on any winters snowed heath.
And what of my warmth?
My freedom to run?
These will be seen in a Midsummers sun...

Though the scale of my virtues registers small.
With bright birds and strong flowers,
they are yours and yours all.
But all I can give you are mirrors of me,
for once I have been,
I will no longer be...

But the most magic rainbow, and the gentlest dove,
Will never, cannot ever, with the utmost endeavour.
Reflect even dully,
Part or piece of our love...

(c) Stree




Nought weighs so heavy as emptiness,
crushing with whats not there,
an empty house, an empty heart,
a childs bed lying bare..."
I can wait no more for whats gone past
but I falter moving on
terrified, thinking,
I am the last

close my my eyes,
stop my breath
make me gone

And then: Suddenly I was drifting in a sea above the skies,
bemused yet not bewildered,
I offered no surprise
Expanding and thinning
exploding and spinning
an invisible sparkle of thought

fading yet knowing,
in dying I`m growing,
growing past all that I sought.

And gazing around, at all that could be,
smiling I found..........I was all things,
and all things,
were me
So I am...........

(c) Stree


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