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You Are My World

by

Sandra Corona

When love rises, the sun eases down
to sweetly caress every mound
that is receptive upon the ground.
You are my world, you see;
we're one for eternity.
You fulfill every fantasy;
a beacon of light in the night.
Adrift in raging oceans of time--
you're my life, my anchor divine,
our hearts and spirits have intertwined.
You are my world, you see;
our love lives internally.
You're everything I could dream of . . .
life revolves around you my love.


Inuit

by

Sandra Corona

Walking on a frigid night
laying down on fallen snow . . .
gasping solo in silver glow.
Where have the caribu gone?
They are our homes--meals on wheels--
first the caribu then the seals.
Broken . . . sit in tents starving . . .
our children taken away.
There's nothing left to do but bay
at the moon. Dying takes grace.
Serenaded by the stars,
we somersault past red-eyed Mars . . .
walking on the land at night.
Even in new fallen snow,
leaving no trails to where we go.

Mother Sang

by

Sandra S. Corona

Mother sang to my Father
the sweetest words _ with glee,
of loving him infinity.
I wished, heart and soul,
that she’d love me so.

Mother sang to my sisters
whisperingly _ words of gold.
How cherished! My sisters glowed.
Blowing out candles, I wished
to be sang to _ sweet and rich.

Mother sang to my brother—
how he was like no other;
sang to her father, mother.
I don’t think it e’er occurred
to her that I ‘saw’ each word.

As she lay abed _ dying,
I sat beside her - crying.
For her song _ was still sighing.
In my heart, I heard her voice.

"You were never my last choice
though I set you off, apart,
as you have a tender heart
to harden _ which is my ‘art’."

I loosed cascades for Mother.

"Love’s strength would have been better."


You May Not Like Me

by

Sandra Corona


You may not like me very much _ but I love you.
Surely we’ve differences, love conquers, comes thru.
Nobody else has ever cared like you seem to.
By now you have found,
I monkey around.
Like to play the fool
but _ won’t let you down.
You don’t need to have control for me to I love you.
I may not like the things you do but I am true.
Why should I take a chance on somebody else _ new?
I love telling jokes,
meeting monkeys, blokes _
everything is cool.
When it rains, wear Totes!
You may not like me very much _ but I love you.
Surely we’ve differences, love conquers, comes thru.
Nobody else has ever cared like you seem to.
Some days you scare me
claiming I’m Harry.
(Have you a lose spool?)
It’s ‘nature’ _ you see!
You don’t need to have control for me to I love you.
I may not like the things you do but I am true.
Why should I take a chance on somebody else _ new?
I’ll share bananas,
cozy cabanas,
(please don’t reign, rule).
I’ll make you ooze ‘ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhs’.*
You may not like me very much _ but I love you.
Surely we’ve differences, love conquers, comes thru.
Nobody else has ever cared like you seem to.