Third Phase

Hungry for the love of story

I am not through

I am not complete

I want to be silly

Not perfect

I want more

I want to be magical

I want to be heralded

I want to matter deeply

To a lover

To a child

To leave a legacy of thought, writing, art, music

With used up poetry and emotions

With tired and weary efforts

To make my heart believe

In the ever after of life.