New Year Blues

A blue moon bade her
and
the year past
good night

As slumber images
beckon dreams
to the fringes and verges
of other consciousness
and multi-realms of
midnight possibiities

Dangling from her shadowlight
she
encounters the blue-speckle textured
archetypal tri-door-a box

Gentle, sure, steady fingers
remove each intricate latch
til three portal angles,
(each inviting her in)
clandestine teal - mesmerous blue - blue
three door charms
finally open, converge

and from its cage nest
doth emerge

mythic unfettered feathers
gracious wing expanse,
cerulean satin,
cobalt woven azure
blends of majestic royal
infinite layers of iridescent indigo
gleaming and colliding
cross its massive wing presence,
emanating truth and beauty and love

gliding, soaring, merging with the moon
as one,
showing her (if she'll only see)
lapis promises
of magical flights,
waiting here in the new,
amidst the blue.

~Robin O'Neal, 1/2/09

You Were There

"You Were There"

You were there last night, my silly artist dream pal
Painting my wall bold and breathtaking
Gossiping 'bout real estate and how to raise a girl

You were there last night, yes you,
Though I finished with you finally,
Gratefully surrendering after such belabored strife

Still, there you were
Unexpected, yet welcome
Approving in gesture and tone,
Minus the trollish undertow,
A virtual signature of your features, pure, complex-free

My raw ache faded further
in your wink and chuckle,
that cool costello flare lingered easily throughout today.

You were there last night, my friend
Effortlessly floating across my unconscious
Easing old grievance
as we gazed upon sparkling skylights
revealing only clear blue sky
with scattered cumulus clouds of hope

~Robin, 2004