She Brought Them to Her

Baudelaire, Rimbaud, Verlaine surrounded her with words

The Flowers of Evil, Drunken Mornings and Sentences, Puppets and the Sea Shells

Slim shadow was shepherd in all the while keeping a steady beat as the pages of plays yet unwritten sparked in the universal brain

Dali flew in on the wings of a crow named Raymond, hand on head 30 second baptism

Janis dangled from a pearl earring, a sorrowful treasure, a lonely gypsy kissed by boas


Jim with all of his friends that died, forever immortalized as Providence keeps vigil

Robert, the boy who loved Michelangelo, snaps his fingers and a masterpiece is made. Blink an eye and the artistic world turns over


She brought them to her, her pull inevitable, unmistakable...spark!


Paths crossed planned by a higher hand, working magic with the chess pieces below the clouds


That hand now plans my meeting and I will ride the trade winds that will bring me closer to my homecoming with the Gothic crow