Springtime in Bellingham

When all that you have known and all those around you have been
torn from you...
When your deep soul love from the beginning of time has sent you
Off packing like an orphan wandering in sheets of endless rain,
When the ground beneath you has dissolved and you feel that
You have nothing..that's when resentment begins to settle in and
You begin to part company with he who has known you from
The beginning of time, since he too, like all the rest that have come
before, has left you to squander in the pit and terror of night, Alone.

Lick your wounds. Continue to express sentiments of love!
As you attempt to breathe in this dark and dismal
Forsaken and forlorn night,
In the taciturn and frenzied sought-after dreams of solace
In the unrelenting silent screams of poverty, anguish and confusion
And when the Sun comes out and the bruises have begun to fade
Into the abyss.. that's when you begin to "turn the tide"
And leave him to die his lonely death.

The kite finally loosened from the wire never to return again!
And this Soul which had continued without pause or break to
Deeply love and cherish you is left with the entrails of Nothingness.