Where have I been?
Did I disappear,
Give me the slip
and run for the hills?
Have I given me the bag,
blinded myself
so I that might enjoy freedom one last
time has slipped away so craftily
or have I done it
with time as my partner?
Will it give me up?
Or must I surrender myself to me
And who am I to punish me,
the one who blew the whistle
or the one who kept running,
and how could I?
Where have I gone
for I can't find me.
It is only in the mirrors where my
suspect lies, laughing at the fool staring back.
Where did I hide me
as time blindfolded me
with a mother's gentle caress
as I slipped into the shadows
and tasted freedom
bitter in my mouth.

~*~*~*~ the amethyst has risen ~*~*~*~