OYA, The Winds of Change
- for Mishlen -
Who is it who's questing glance I
in every glinting shard and plane of glass
as if I am a well-known stranger?
Who conceals herself in expectant
purple shadows as I pass,
who haunts my every step
at the borders of awareness?
What place have challenging dark eyes
and timorous face
in what has become the quiet
of my life?
Yet Time will wreak the sea-change.
In reflections from smooth planes of glass
I seek that face so filled
with silent knowing.
In swirling purple shadows I am cast
for the challenge of dark eyes
that mirror mine.
For in seeking the other I find
of the Storm,
For in seeking the Other
c. Linda Falorio, New Year's Eve, 1992.