The Green Tricycle: Issue #4: Time: Lenora Rain-Lee Good

Issue 4:
Time
Lenora Rain-Lee Good

Ghazal

Sleeping, I fled the boundaries. I drifted.
Human flotsam, out of body, I drifted.

Marv’ling at stars born, stars alive, stars dying
as all must do, to a new shore, I drifted.

Smooth, fine purple sands gave birth to faery life.
Rolling in their warm surf of love, I drifted.

A shore of rocks and poisonous shards, past souls
believing in hell, and found it, I drifted.

Caught by streams of starlight and magnetic souls,
Floated I to shores of dreams. There, I drifted.

Again, the current caught and held. Overwhelmed
by the total impermanence, I drifted.

Dances of life over death brought smiles to my
sleep-stiff lips; again the tide changed, I drifted.

Dreams, lives belong to the never-ending cycle.
Awake in my boundary-less bed, I drifted.

Lenora, in Asian tongue, means Lotus Blossom.
In Euro, Lenora means Light. I drifted.

~Lenora Rain-Lee Good

Rain, a native of the Pacific Northwest, is a poet and playwright based in Washington State. Email.