Chased by the odds,
That make mortals
Out of the gods.

Faith sips her coffee,
Tells panic to take
Its dirty paws off me,

Or be ready for what’s next.
She might be silent as her
Muscles start to flex,

Her words become generals,
Turning fear’s lies
Into little league tee balls,

Stripping away its power
Until it’s broken,
Even for an hour.

When will I get it?
My resolve never wavers,
It has endless credit.

A teaser she is
moves her luscious lips
softly as she speaks in
a seductive tongue
a gentle tender touch
running down to the skin
sending a lust of desire

Why did you leave without a trace,
Leaving behind an empty space?
We used to laugh and dream so wild,
Now memories fade like a whisper exiled

I felt it best to find my way,
To chase the sun, not here to stay.
Our bond was strong,
but times have changed,
I needed different paths arranged.

But was it worth the bond we tore,
For petty slights and so much more?
I miss the days of endless talks,
Now lost in silence, like evening walks.

As we remained on a flight from Kansas City
Destined for St. Louis
A group of students quietly came aboard
At first there was nothing amiss
Soon I realized they were deaf
No words but an occasional off-key chortle

What came next were hands floating
Butterfly messages softly, fluidly
At the speed of light
Hands and fingers fluttered
Like Monarchs migrating to
Their appointed destination