Jane Ayers Sweat

Jane's Dog Boo



Consumed

Trapped in a prison that has no bars
Has never committed a crime.
Her mind meandering like a maze
Incarcerated for infinite time.

Doomed to be confined
Held captive by the noise
Clatter, chatter, jabber
Seizing all her joys.

Misery draped over her
like a black shroud
This feels like a circus
With an invisible crowd.

The mind can be a scary place
There's no parole from here
So she sits and waits and dreads
The coming of her bier.



Lighthouse

The lighthouse ruled the lonely peak
Warning ships of danger
Yet in the foggy night
Came the cry of a stranger.

Her name was the Fiery Irish
Most beautiful ship on the seas
A jealous mistress from Dublin
Capturing sailor's hearts with ease.

The sailors bewared of her anger
None dared raise her ire at sea
But the sailor who crossed her that night
Would simply cease to be.

They whisper her name in pubs still
And ponder her link to the Fates
So many sailors have vanished
The lighthouse waits.


Reunited

Christmas hovered near
Watching Snow watching them
What could such a cold being
See in the light so dim?

Then Christmas saw the angel aglow 
Embrace the woman with Love
Easing her pain in that moment
Of missing her loved one above.

Snow felt the whisper of someone
Not of the Earth anymore
She felt the tickle of the Sun
And melted with a roar.

All was as it used to be
And ever after would remain
For they were reunited
And their Souls forgot their pain.


Lola

How I wish I could have known you
When your hair was fiery red
Before time changed it to a shade of gray
And you forgot what you just said.

I wish I could have seen you
Hair in curls around your face
Running swiftly barefoot
Trying to win a schoolyard race.

I wish I could have heard your laugh
When you were just a girl
I imagine how light it sounded
You had no cares in the world.

I wish I could have talked to you
Before Time chased away your mind
Before your body grew so tired
And your thoughts you could no longer find.

I wish I could have known the you
That you were once upon a time
The happy, healthy person,
Now it seems I know a mime.

How I wish I could have known you
Before you were 93
Then maybe, just maybe
Your mind would remember me.





Ireland

Heaven must surely be in Ireland
That's what the leprechaun said,
"Your life was not in Ireland but
You can go there when you're dead."

Lord, take my Soul to Ireland
So I can finally see
The land my ancestors roamed
Near the Irish sea.

Let me smell the grass in Ireland
Above my cold dead feet
Let me dance an Irish jig
Even as I sleep.

Oh to be home in Ireland
Where my emerald blood runs free
And the screech of the banshee
Holds no fear for me.



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