Like Blood, like Honey (song title: Holly Brook).

Welcome back, to myself I say: as I glance around
the shadowed Cave, and build a new
shelf, shrugged against the wall. The rain cries,
down the melting snow outside
and I knew: I know,
.......I know I'm back again.

Seldom seem to understand me when I mumble
incoherently;
Seldom seem to want to see the
thoughts
..........that
.............spill
.............so list-less-ly
from the open palms that grasp at: nothing--Cling--

..............(to what's Right. In. Front.
..............of your eyes.)

'Welcome back,' the walls coo, 'My Friend,' while I slink
about the frozen Stone.
I know the temporary rain
will slow--but for now
it's a Memory (begging) to stay.

(c) M.K.P.
"Miss Kellie Parkinson"


"Just before she hangs her head to cry, I sing to her--a lullaby. Everything's gonna be alright. Rock-a-bye."