Sisto

Past Lives

by Kathy Mackey

Inside this dream is a life I led.

Schoolgirl clothes of blue and grey,

We all held hands with two or more

Running, skipping, laughing, at play.

Then the planes came, the bombs fell,

The world became fire and screaming.

 

Inside this cloud of pain, I bled.

Playground littered with rag and bone,

Our tree of swinging ropes and sturdy limbs

Burned, broken, crumbling, engulfed by smoke.

Then silence came, the planes left,

The world became ash and moaning.

 

Inside this memory of violent death

I wore a radiant dress of golden light.

I climbed my leafy tree to the very top

Singing, touching, feeling another young life.

Then, I knew the vibrant pulse of all souls.

Our world became one with time unending.

Keep The Windows Open

May all beings know love and peace.