IF WE HADN'T NEEDED BONES . . .

Written by a friend from out of the long ago . . . S.L.

If we hadn't needed bones,

an adamantine structure of reality,

perhaps we could have lived in our dream world

at the point where line met arc,

where desire blossomed,

flowered to love

and paused,

high on passion and adventure --




and heedless.




If we hadn't needed bones,

we mightn't have broken

under the stresses

of jungle and desert and distance.

If we hadn't needed bones,

we could have flowed together

in an endless fantasy of possibility,

sharing a stream of stars.




We could have stayed within

the blue realm of sunfish

and skirted the abyss,




if we hadn't needed bones.

Also known as Poem Number 3 . . .

. . . curious as to your thoughts . . .

STORMBRINGER SENDS