At the Risk of Sounding Foolish and Romantic

Ok, so I said I was looking "to the end" and pulling away from relationships.

But, really???

If you've looked through the tabs on this site, you will see that I have begun to publish my novel. Within the pages of this work is an epic poem, which really *begins* and *ends* as a truly romantic love story.

If he's reading, my Kenyan friend may find something interesting in Verse Five of The Song of Baba Ran.

                                               5. Michael
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In her sleeping dreaming
Her dreaming full of sleep
Baba Ran unconscious
Wild company does keep.
Michael is her sergeant,
Uncompromising lord.
The warrior is training
For eventual release.
The bloodthirsty Angel
A death sword in his hand
Keeps Baba Ran in boot camp
His love a secret stored.
No time to waste in loving
Her heart as hard as stone,
Baba Ran prepares for battle
And victory's reward.
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It is an epic battle,
The evil and the good.
In every rung of heaven
The battlefield is laid.
There can be no weaklings
In the terror game.
A soldier is a killer
No matter what her name.
Call her Baba Ran,
Call her June the meek,
The woman in the armor
Is destined to succeed.
Unconscious of the fighting
June blindly lives her life.
Unconscious of the Earthly
Baba Ran prepares to fight.
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The stunning Angel Michael,
A handsome, growling star,
Watches Baba Ran and June
Loving from afar.
The angels all assembled
Listen silently to him
As he barks out orders
And hands out pints of gin.
This is a manly army
And angels all are men
As usual the girl child
Gets disrespect again.
But Baba Ran is different
From June the crying girl.
Her bravery is rocklike,
Her battle armor thin.
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No blows dealt out defeat her
No tripping as she runs
In hurdles she outjumps them
Maneuvers just for fun
She doesn't need a rifle
Her weapons are her eyes
With bolts of lightning shocking
And arson fingers fire
Incinerate the enemy
And disappear in smoke
A grip so tight the victim
Has no time left to choke
Excelling so in war
She doesn't need to practice
But Michael keeps the pressure on
Wanting her Perfection.
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The years of life fly by
For June and Baba Ran,
In dreaming meet each other
And then forget again.
Baba Ran unloving
And June who sadly sits.
Both waiting, and still waiting
For God's untimely call.
In the meantime learning
A little of the other
A glimpse in dreams or nightmares
A sister who will help.
"Baba Ran will teach me"
June dreaming oft will quote
"June will love me healthy"
Lonely Baba Ran does hope.
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And always there is Michael,
June's childhood Angel friend,
And Baba Ran's commander.
To make her become One
God has given Michael
As a holy charge
This woman-child divided
A lover in his arms.
The feeling she engenders
Brings him close to tears.
He watches while she suffers
And grows throughout the years.
He cannot tell his secret
Until she has become
The unified Deliverer
Prophesied in song.
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In dreaming June can feel him
A tender, loving gaze
A gentle lilting whisper
A manly touching graze.
Michael is invisible,
But June can plainly see
True Love is waiting for her.
Somewhere her lover holds
Her prayers and all the answers.
A man to change her life.
In every face she searches,
Her loving brings her strife.
Human love is lacking
An Angel's righteous heart.
For Michael she is pining
The Angel in the dark.