Obscure World

I alone am the sole writer

Of this great and lonely play

If I in fact wrote each rewritten line

Would their meaning be deserving

Of their own regrets?

Whom shall I forgive

Or to ask for it in return?

If we’re all connected, every one

Then I am not truly alone

So tell me

When will the haze of this great mystery

    become clear?

As for now

I’ll walk hand in hand in silence

    For I am

An obscure moon

lighting an obscure world

Joni James 2017

Safety

Oh, but I have been given

Wings!

Yet, I don't know how to use them

Somehow knowing deep inside

My push must come

from within

What is this unknown need

Stifling me to

my Perch?

Perhaps a breeze

will lend me her lift

And soon

I will be

On my

way

Joni James 2003