The Lady

Annaliese the breaths of my days
grow small leafs in a pagan design
symmetrical the constant golden
dramatic skein of another life
leads the seasons notes falling
from the flute truth served as best
one can your frail figure the woman
in the wings candied memory
which is thy deception? The leaves
upon the wind in their dance specific
stories telling the solar river and
the lunar catharsis points reached
gates opened poems spoken?
Annaliese you are there unremembered
truly but the song and the wind and
the summer of this life has now passed.

6/2004


The name, Annaliese, came to me in a dream last spring. I associate it with the primal name of the Goddess, Ana/Anna/Anna-Nin. Perhaps it is an indicator of a previous existence. For a long time I believed we are reincarnated in certain social groups for reasons that have to do with a subtle moral mechanic. I am well into Autumn now, at 54.