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Ellen Kennedy

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Eye of a Storm

by

Ellen Kennedy

A memory forever etched,
a memory well-worn.
Fateful interlude?
Nature's ruse?
The eye of a storm.

Veils of rain cloaked the view
protecting what was borne.
Safe harbor for
the fickle hearted?
The eye of a storm.

Lightening danced upon the reach
then neared,
the sky was torn.
Reality assailed the calm,
the eye of a storm.

Tempest winds waned to breeze.
Which is real? Which is norm?
Two souls converged,
destined past,
the eye of a storm.

Outside the intimate circle of two
turbulent powers warn:
Fear not forces beyond,
but within,
the eye of a storm.


Lifeline

by

Ellen Kennedy

Throw me a lifeline
A spinnaker sheet
We'll sail to Bimini
head of the fleet

Take me away
to a place that is warm
watch the sun set
revel in calm

Soft breeze and surf,
fine food and wine,
intellectual fore play
say that you're mine

Throw me a lifeline
A spinnaker sheet
Tell me your dreams,
your plans, your retreat

Take me to mountain tops
snow up to here
hot tub and candlelight
crisp is the air

Smell of the pines
crunch of the snow
mulled wine simmers
in hearth aglow

Throw me a lifeline
A spinnaker sheet,
dance with me, read to me,
help me be free

Share with me places
like Paris and Rome
Whether beaches or snow banks
With you I am home

Throw me your lifeline
your spinnaker sheet
Dreams of the passage--
in itself--the feat.


Church of Trees

by

Ellen Kennedy

Quiet shroud
wind and leaves
turquoise sky
church of trees

Mountain smells
drift on breeze
Lover's tryst
among the trees

For you are wed
not to me
and I am wed
but not to thee

And, oh, how powerful
the dance
that brings us back
for love's repast

Am I enough
will it succeed
be your friend
fill your need

And what's left,
left for me
wanting more
but it can't be

For you are wed
not to me
and I am wed
but not to thee

But, oh, how powerful
the dance
that brings us back
for love's repast

Is it enough
for you to be
a secret friend
wait for me

Is it enough
for me to be
clandestine love
no loyalties

But, I care for you
and you for me
And, so we meet
among our trees

For in our church
of mountain trees
We indulge the dance
of piety

And, oh, how powerful the dance...

Author's note: this song was inspired not only by a crazy life, but also a melody by Liz Story--one of my favorite pianists. I wrote these words to accompany one of her pieces, "Church of Trees." Liz, if you're surfing the net, I apologize if this is a problem. I saw your concert in Ann Arbor and heard your story for the melody. Just couldn't get the tune out of my head when these words came to me.