PENELOPEIA

So much to say

And what is truth, anyway?

I am wounded today

Like a flower that is fading 

Fear unexplored

Is a knifeIs a sword

I am diving today

Like a swallow 

All the ways of longing

All of the mythic heroines who line the sea

Counting the waves and scanning the horizon

Caught in a promise

Empty as the night is

Oh how they sing to me

Oh how they sing to me 

Hope is sustained

But what is list, what is gained?

Am I dress for the role of the woman who is weaving?

Open I stand 

Where the sea meets the sand

And I’m hoping today for tomorrow 

All the ways of longing

All of the mythic heroines who line the sea

Counting the waves and scanning the horizon

Caught in a promise

Empty as the night is

Oh how they sing to me

Oh how they sing to me