I danced with a demon
till the sun came up
The morning chased him away

I rode a wild wave
till the moon fell down
The nightime can never stay

My soul made a pilgimage
in a shadow world
through the dark of the day.

Daughter of the night
Woman of the light
Come what may....


*Recycled and amended poem

I am a Dinosaur
sharing old ideas
so many times
that eventually you hear me...

Stolen images
borrowed words
familiar feelings
draw you near me...

There are poets on this rapid stream, but I am only an arranger of words. There are great storytellers and true writers here....So far I can only tell about my people and my past (and sometimes present)life...I may never be a female Faulkner, but I do recognize talent when I see it. It jumps out at me a lot in this mystic water called the stream. Colo

When I read your heart
I see your children
When I feel your soul
I sense their souls
When I read your words
I meet your children

We are different
We have different lives
We travel different roads
We love different ways
We are the same
Our children are our hearts

Thank you

Colo