SELKIRK mountain rainbow

SELKIRK mountain rainbow

1
Reaching, reaching
Into blackness
To find the rainbow
Colours of his first
Love,
Finding only more pain

2
As he reaches
For his love
Of his first love,
Unrequited,
Cold heart,
Stone breasts,
Longing for softness,

3
Sweet milk
Satisfying,
But finding
Only a black hole
Taking
His soul,
Crying profusely
Round crystals
Reflecting

4
The longing
Found in truth,
Unlike betrayal,
Found lies,
Found in
Selfish manipulation
Of his
Puppet soul.

Cy, August, 2000

ROME TO NICE, BY TRAIN

I love the sky;

It makes me high!

It’s such a clear, bright blue;

There’s no clearer hue.

The mountain’s profile

Makes me smile

As it cuts its line

Above this railway line.

The round, green and red coastal bluffs

Against the Alps, so white and rough,

Give a texture never boring,

Contrasting man’s poor city offering.

Cy, 1986

Rocky Mountain Girl, she rides that train;

She sees the beauty, the joys and the pain.

Rocky Mountain Girl, she rides that train;

Through sun and moon and snow and rain.

Rocky Mountain Girl, she rides that train;

From all her smiles, her clients gain.

Rocky Mountain Girl, she rides that train;

Wondering when she'll be home again.

Cy, Monday, Feb. 16, 2009