The song of day

The sun is setting,

So am I,

Upon the song of day;

A flock of crows

Is passing by

Carrying the song away.

The moon is rising,

So am I,

Upon the lonely hearts;

Two weary children

Cling their hopes

To mother’s lullaby.

The wind is blowing,

So am I,

Upon the sleepy town;

Two lovers

Sigh a warm release,

Caressing skins that lie.

The rain is falling,

So am I,

Upon the drunken roofs;

A midnight driver

Steers his car
Amongst the flooded proofs.

The sun is rising,

So am I,

Upon the song of day;

The flock of crows

Is flying back,

Carrying the song away.

Present, continous

Going down the serpentines
again,
Crossing over borderlines
of pain,

Marching through the land of stones,
bare feet,
Resting on my tired bones,
asleep,

Dreaming in the dead of night,
sweet dreams,
Dancing by the firelight
it seems,

Waking up to a new dawn,
new day,
Lifting off into the storm,
away,

Flying high above the rain,
wet wings
Digging deep inside the pain,
blood springs

Searching for the real me,
my own,
Finding out how to just be,
alone,

Bringing back the One who knows,
the wild,
Letting go of all sorrows,
brave child,

Opening the weary heart's
abyss,
Tearing all my fears apart
to bliss,

Loving life inside my vines
and then,
Going down the serpentines
again,

Every little thing

Darling child, here is my arm

I will keep you safe from harm

You may turn your light down low

Seeds need darkness as they grow

Minds need magic to believe

Hearts need love so they receive

Eyes need tears to see the truth

Hands need art to keep their youth
Hips need dancing round the poles

Feet need earth beneath their soles

Wombs need fire to create

Lungs need air to celebrate

Blood needs water to refine

Bones need structure to align

Skins need touch to sense the vibes

Souls need dreams to find their tribes

Wounds need grace to heal the scar

Life needs you just as you are
Everything will be alright

Darling child, just shine your light.

*for Rhonda Darling , and all sensitive children longing to be seen, heard and assured they matter.

the Unsung

untame your dreams
untangle your schemes
undress your layers
unpray your prayers
uncast your curses
unravel your verses
untie your tongue
and sing the Unsung

Embrace the wild

Embrace the wild
as the mother her child
as the sea her shore
as the saint a whore
as the sky her clouds
as the wind her crowds
as the earth her dead
as love the beloved
as grace the mild
Embrace the wild.