Blood red moon...

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Blood red moon

In the starless sky

Reflects my bloody tears

I feel so free as the tears run free

Feelings and emotions so long kept inside

Blood red moon

Scarlet energy abounds

Weary I sit acquiescently

As emotions flow within and without

My pain a bloody pool all around

Blood red moon

Shining down on me

Crimson colour of life unfolds

I watch as the past flows a river of red

 Leaving the past behind and venturing forth brave and bold

16^th May 2007

© Helen B

Mother where are you? ...

Mother where are you?

Mother where are you?

Why did you leave me so?

I’ll never understand

Why you had to go

Though grown I still

Shed angry tears

Where were you?

Through my growing years

I was a child and I needed you

To calm my childish fears

Forgiveness comes easily

From my loving heart

But I’ll never forget

You left us

It left a permanent wound

And deeply scarred our hearts

13^th May 2007

© Helen B

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Another piece from my past. A reflection on what we might learn if we just listened to the universe with open hearts and minds.

If only we would listen

 

The mantle of power is passed

Through the ages

A burden to some

A responsibility to bear

Marching through the journey of life

Dispensing knowledge and hope

Teaching others to care

Visions of all that’s been

And all that’s yet to come

The wisdom of our ancestors

Shared with zest and zeal

To any and all who open their hearts

Those who want to be real

Listen to the whispering winds

Echoes from the oceans

Power comes from many paths

Oft seldom understood

Destiny weaves a tangled web

Of fine and sticky threads

There is much to learn

If only we’d listen when we should

April 2006

© Helen B