I mothered the cutting world built of dreams and dust
and suffered all its poisons as lovers lost to lust
I held them all together 'though all I held was woe
for I'm the bearer of life, eternal, no man dared to know
I spread myself for all of them to plunder with innocent greed
but men were the smallest and sharpest of things, too hard to take what they need
so I surrendered the sunlit land where they feared my call to grow
but they'll come yet to drink of me at birthing waters below
te amo, minha querida Angela
© G.Cassel 2004