An early one...

Take It

The Gods have thrown down
Her sparkly crown
Mt. Olympus is cold,
Tonight…

Do you stand alone
Atop the wedding cake?
Was she all that you
Thought, but
Couldn’t make?

Too high, to reach
Too close, to see
She’s nothing
And all,
You wanted
Her to be
Don’t look back..
Don’t miss your chance
For a midnight surfside
Tango dance with
The face with your name on a
Fast moving train
Heaven,
In a sea
Of one and the same…

She’s nothing
You’ve dreamt of
But all,
That you Need,
Get your ticket.

Blind men taste sight
By the
Mountains debris.

Christine Louise Brewer 10/01