by Joe DeMarco
My candle burns at both ends,
it surely will last the night.
As I stare forlornly into it,
thinking of forgotten rings,
Wishing I could change things.
Wishing magic were more controllable,
Perhaps hoping magic is real.
Sleep will not take me.
It is not apologetic in this rejection.
As I try to be like the Red Witch,
Oh, "The night is dark and full of terrors,"
I try to see a vision in the flames.
My aumakua is a Japanese white-eyed,
He visits me regularly,
Three relatives just flew by.
They did not land on my doorstep,
Nor sing sweet songs.
It wasn't long ago,
I saw one dead, and as
it looked so much like my grandfather,
naturally, I assumed he would pass.
Not everything is a premonition!!!
Some actions do not change the world,
And some are more dangerous than
we could possibly fathom.
Last updated June 18, 2017