Wednesday, April 4, 2007

Mother's sigh

My heart fell
into a thousand crystal shards
in the moon light

The glistening
on all the edges blue and purple
lavender and magenta

The storm winds ceased and
the bleeding oceans calmed
A frantic whisper long silenced

The mountains rise in the early morning
shuddering as the trees reach for the sky

A bluebird, a nightingale, gently singing
in tune of lost loves and ships wrecked
on the silvery sea
never reaching shores of the beloved

The diamond tears of the women who cried
for lost causes
have dried up as the ocean breeze
has turned around and is now showing
another way
pointing towards the heavens descending
upon town

The Blessed Be living in calm and chaos
but living gently upon the breeze
The Mother's sigh