Ewelina

Leaving the country of solidarity That had at one time imprisoned The dreams of her childhood Arriving to streets paved with fool's gold She is an innocent quickly matured In a country far from El Dorado Her undaunted spirit searching for survival In the science fiction of her new adventure The girl/woman listening patiently to too many empty words Smiling politely to the stranger/friend in newly lost home Desperately trying to eke out a living in the loneliness of this bar Tears of pain camouflaged by Mona Lisa's smile Her eyes now seeing only the light Of her once lost and now new-found freedom Her ears remembering the clang of chains That had once enslaved her family and long forgotten ancestry Her heart feeling only the pain and agony Of the bigoted solidarity of slavery She's only the spirited freedom of youth Poisoned by the socialism of communism of democracy She's only the innocence of virginity Wishing by you and me to be impregnated with only purity She's the flesh and blood of buried skeletons Forgotten and only remembered in Absolute Truth She is Ewelina...enjoying life... The meditation of...fishing swimming picking mushrooms Reading into the psychology of hypnosis Always actively pursuing her dreams As she savors the taste and aroma of coffee She is Ewelina...yellow like sun Green like summer's grass Orange like the ripeness of Florida Blue like the heavenly skies Red like passion Cool like I am. Canadian.