On Beltane
these are the days
which I will remember
only in passing.
nothing special;
no holiday celebrations,
just work, for the masses
and for me, private devotion,
after all: solitude and silence
meeting in my humble praise.
how quietly She passes
through the lives of so many
oblivious to her.
(these are the days
of which I remember
only her passing).
Poetry & lyrics (c) Zakala 1998 some rights reserved.
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