Anne Marie Brian's Poetry

I can …

Fly like an angel

Across the sea

And love everyone

Even if they hate me

I can …

Smell the sun

On the trees

And instantly put you

At your ease

Or listen to the grass

And feel the running feet

Of ages past

I can …

Look into your eyes

And see your ancient soul

And hug you

Until you feel completely whole

I can …

Catch the moonlight

On the lake

And tangled cobwebs

Made of lace

To weave an Elvin gift for you

I can …

See the world

In a single flower

And look around

For fruit that’s sour

And taste if first, so you don't thirst

I can …

Catch a rainbow

For all to see

And dance in the light

That follows me

And in my mind's eye perceive

Prophets of old

In raiments of gold

I can …

See God in the faces

Of people I meet

Especially the poor ones

On the street

And, feeling the love

They badly need

Try to protect them from

This world of greed

I can …

Let down an onion

Into your hell

And as I chant my ancient spells

A kindly spirit

In my heart

Beckons me to take your part

I can …

Write a Sonnet in sixty seconds

And hum a tune

Until fame beckons

Or dance in the nude

And make you laugh

Until you ache for solitude

I can …

See the face of Jesus

In an ordinary window

In can breathe

The changing seasons

Like a silver minnow

And see the world in the eye of a fly

And

Climbing higher

Walk into the sky

What am I?

To you, “Bipolar”

But, in ancient times,

perhaps,

“Saint”?