By Misti Velvet Rainwater
Date: 6 August 2000
Green Sunday
the air is cool here
and tingling sweetly
in this resting place
this refuge from demons and paper masks
and waltzes with inquisitive strangers
plagued with whatthehellitis
I can breathe here
I can sleep for twelve hours
and dream blue cotton candy dreams
and wake up to brown eyes that know me
and arms that wrap me up in safety
for now
other demons will besiege me
I think they are lying in wait
and other paper masks will taunt me
and make me forget temporarily who I am
and why I choose to face the world
stripped of loose layers
but the only waltz
I'll ever dance again
will be with him
the one who knows me
and doesn't blame me
for the knowledge
dreams disappear
and sleep won't always be a luxury
there are problems to solve
and maddening crowds to face
and excuses to make
but I have braved the fire walk
and made it through
to this green Sunday
and that's the truth, baby
and don't you know
I'm praising the universe
with blue stars
in my eyes.
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