Here,would become the centre of her world
As the moon shone
And the stars twirled
Here,would become the reason for her being
As the wind blew
With its eyes seeing.
Here,would become a part of her life
Where the leaves fell
As she held the knife.
Here,would be a place to be alone
As the circle cast
Made the space her own.
Here,with the rustle of a breeze
Where Her presence came
From beyond the trees.
And here,with a soft breath on her face
Was sanctified
Her special place.
Jar dusty,soil mouldy,plants dead.
But for one.
Clinging to life in the junk shop.
Carted away from it's owner
Who may be dead
Or dying
Or trying to cling on to life as his plant is.
Both were once young,
Sparkling and shining
Both were once tended,fed and admired
Now both are tired of clinging to life
And soon
The plant will be tossed back to the earth
And so too,the man.
Don't answer that knock on your door
It's you they are looking for
With their long black cloaks
And their books of words
And a promise of wealth
They come
In stealth
Admired by the masses
And scorned by the few
You never believed
They'd come looking for you
With hate in their eyes
Their minds are set
To give you a ride
You'll never forget
Your kettle is black
You're on the rack
So hide witch, hide.
I didn't know then, but I know now
That my spirit would fly to the heights of joy and then plunge to the depths of trial
I was not prepared for this roller coaster ride, and kept things inside
For a while.
I couldn't have known, 'til you told me
Of secrets and plans, crying out for love beyond the hurt and pain
I did not enter lightly into your world of truths
Would I gain?
So, I trusted you, and you led me
Took me inside, pointed me out and found the inner part of me that lay
Buried by time and rot and decay
Will you stay?