First I was laughing
but then I felt my tears
I knew I was crying
but sadness isn't fear
I could feel my grip slipping
The dark looked cold below
this world is dizzying
where peoples masks don't show
Life seems like a jade ring
with no piticular flow
no end or begining
the same color blotted to differnt tones
life is one of those things
that no one and everyone knows
It has no begining
but that may not be so
were always chasing the ending
but from there where do we go?
The cool radient daughter moon
casting wan light over the bleek side of the earth
like a lovely, yet dusty mirror
it reflects to us kindly a bit of light
in differnt variation depending on what shadow she wears
that could not otherwise touch us at this time
for our earthen mother is always turning
supporting us while watching all the great space which rests around her
as she dances around grandfather sun
She and his other children
while he dances being pulled through space and time as well
each everything trying to tug attention to something or away from
with the kiss of force and gravity
I sit quietly watching the night sky
I can see daughter moon
As she reflects the light of grandfather sun
casting some of his now distorted light onto mother earth's back
daughter moon always did look beautiful in grandfather's glow
she pulls the flow of the life giving waters
she pulls the flow of the life giving blood
she tends our mother, our earth, well
she helps us know the days, seasons, and times
she guides our darkend nightly paths
That is why we dance for earthen mother's daughter, daughter moon
The day drones by
a minute to a hour
the day goes on
from darkness to the light
my feet feel heavier
with every step foreward
the clocks steady ticking
just dosen't seem right
the sweetness of the morning
couldn't be more bitter
the coming of the evening
will soon visit us all
heavy feels my head now
heavey is my heart
new openings for mornings
comes with the dark
When the trees sway
When the moon cries
When the shadows speak
When the light dies
When the dark is day
When the soul isn't thine
When your gods are foresaken
When the mountains bleed
When the pain isn't forebading
When you don't understand the need
When the skies are falling over
When the stars fall to feed
When the demons whisper to you
When you only know the dream
When all the living things are sobbing
When the clouds seem to ceed
When all is even
And when all is wrong
What do you believe in?
And are the wrongs above here
really so odd compared to the wrongs of the world?
"Soft Tears"
roll down pale cheeks
velvet skin
caressed by liquid emotion
her soft tears
crying silent
wan expression
and melancholy heart
please, forgive me
I never ment to provoke them
those soft tears
flowing down pale velvet cheeks
soft tears
as much as I
would like to kiss away eveyone of them
I can not do that now
or sadly ever again