Speira

Sailing on the ribbons of a gentle wind
Freedom and Danger coyly embrace
Moving in the rhythm of a new found song
Finding self with self, face to face
Frozen by the recognition
Confounded by the juxtaposition
One look at that familiar face
Begat the journey now in place

Sailing on the ribbons of a gentle wind
Freedom and Danger coyly embrace
Moving in the rhythm of a well known song
Anxiously seeking a peaceful place
Forgotten, the question that conceived
The journey of one so carefully deceived
Freedom weeps in Danger's hold
Danger laughs at a life waxed cold

Sailing on the fragments of an angry wind
Freedom and Danger struggle entwined
Shaking in the rhythm of a frenzied song
A searching heart long since made blind
The paradox unfolds
Wisdom, yet untold
Gain is loss and loss is gain
The sun goes down, night takes reign
Forgotten the question that conceived
The journey of one so carefully deceived

Sailing on the fragments of a tired wind
Freedom and Danger again embrace
Moving in the rhythm of a well known song
Anxiously seeking a peaceful place
Frozen by the contradiction
Convicted by the recognition
One look at that familiar face
Begat the journey now in place

Sailing on the winds of change
Freedom and Danger refuse to dance
Moving in the rhythm of a new found song
A fragile life born to a second chance
The paradox unfolds
Wisdom, yet untold
Gain is loss and loss is gain
The sun arises and light holds reign

I opened an old pad of paper to work on some sketches of my new baby carrier design and found this poem that I wrote on May 20, 1996, between 7 p.m. and 7:30 p.m. It's written in pen and there are almost no edits. This amazes me. Not that it's all that good, but I must have been inspired at the time. I don't remember what inspired me. Probably disillusionment with my loser fiance and the spiritual struggles that I wrestle with from time to time.