Mother, Lover, Goddess, Warrior.
Beside the fire and it’s cold here Wherever you aren’t there is a breeze In my heart And we are so often apart All the time I want to make you
By Monica Spirit Hawk4 years ago in Poets
Dear Universe, I’m holding my breath Without counting. Dizzy in this unending Mystery Staring darkly down the Way to My forgotten
When the someone is you I often don’t Know how to respond. It takes a moment, A pause... A deep settling of myself. A breath and a belief
It doesn’t matter how much they pour, Who travels through the door here Conversations Drown the sound of my Alone ness.
Did we speak too soon Amid the Cacophony of Electricity Flowing Through You and me? In a mushroom Cloud of complete
I stay up Until He rises And it’s illuminating All around. Maybe I twirl like a carnival Girl, Lost in my Blue Nightgown.
Can’t sleep, The World is talking. Jumbling monuments Crumble into Shards, Swimming with Fishes, Cemented Faces Sink down
Neither black Nor white describes you. Mystery a shroud That billows all about you. Hands of ice stretching Fingers apart.