Fire Goddess

Fire Goddess

Licking

at the air

Shooting

sparks at the stars

Dancing

flames that sway the spirit

Fire

burns the mind and smolders the soul

Rising up from the earth

Born of ancient forests

No friendly fairy

no elegant elf

nor simple sprite or knowledgeable gnome

comes from igniting the quest

Red Salamander familiar

A piece of the sun at midnight

She is not to be called on whim

for Her wisdom's key is vigilance

If one wishes to burn

one must learn to dance

on fire

December 17, 2002

Tressa Lee Breen

My Imaginary Love

My Imaginary Love

A couple of photographs

a few words

and my imagination fills in the rest

building upon a foundation of between the lines and body language

I create not perfection

but perfect for me

How to kill the illusion with illumination

How to smother the hot fantasy with the cold grip of reality

Letting go of the mirage from dry desperation parched with lack of passion

It is too easy to drink the dream of lust and not work at a life of love

So I turn my mind from the image

and set my eyes on awake

yet

leaving my imaginary love

breaks my imaginary heart

December 16, 2002

Tressa Lee Breen

5 Penny Burial

5 Penny Burial

In an earthly Summerland I walked soon after you'd gone

hearing your steps just a few seconds to the side of time

As the leaves covered the sand I thought of the time you covered

not as vast as a forest but as rooted as any tree

I can see the lake touching the soil

with your laughter echoing in that elemental embrace

and I know I have found the place to lay rest your soul

So with your name written on paper

I give back to the woods what is theirs

and I leave payment to the elements

in a shiny star designed in coppers

Xavier James Davis

November 3, 2002

November 6, 2002

Swim on the Ocean

Run in the Forest

Rest in Peace

December 16, 2002

Tressa Lee Breen

Reel

Reel

There's more inside then entangled lines of celluloid

more memories than moments marked on screen

yet the reel takes up so much real

and I loose myself in perfected illusion

living in replaying some one else's story

So simple

to allow direction to consume

artificial lighting swallows the sun

and another tale becomes my path

stagnant motion between couch and glass

my day not governed by the hand of God

but by the taped vision of another mortal

My days become scenes

afternoons, matinees

evenings, bargain nights

I produce absence

my control I've left remote

as I wait for the lights to come up

and existence to wrap

December 16, 2002

Tressa Lee Breen

A Make Believe Life

A Make Believe Life

I dream away the fairy tales life says we are to lead

I loose the time allotted me in intricate imaginings

My thoughts created are worlds more filled with life than the one I pull oxygen from

Ideas for expansion so easily set aside

Creations for downsizing so readily ignored

Ways to accomplishment simply not taken

Turning inside to the perfect touches within the perfect moments

I succeed at everything by doing nothing and the earth turns the years

I sit alone in my childhood's prison as both inmate and warden

Existing inside a make believe life

I keep my little globes orbiting in fantasy

as my hands tick away at mortality

in the clock of my skin

December 15, 2002

Tressa Lee Breen