All the world is
spinning, spinning
I can hardly
breathe . . .
Like leaves in a
tempest storm
flying past my
face
every new
creation, new idea
comes and goes
and winds up
in the mortuary
of humanity
a sticker on the
wall of instant fame.
But there you
are, my Love
reaching for my
hand on the carousel
smiling with
those eyes
that know me and
can find me
anywhere
If I tried to
enter the abyss
and forget I had
a name
you would call
it, call me
come to you . .
. no questions asked
no reprimands
In this fading
world that's grown
so unfamiliar
and fragile
it amazes me
that you and I
have kept the
promise
and still can
love . . . in spite of all.
Joanne
Cucinello 2014
