The Mother

IMG_0194 (2).jpgSky so blue,
The glow overwhelms my soul,
It moves through me,
Like silk,
It is a cat’s brush of love,
A warm embrace,
It fills me until I cannot breathe,
The beauty of Mother Earth has at this moment,
Captured me.

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The Miner

 

Beauty lies so deep,
Bedded with the soul,
It shines,
A beacon of hope,
Of joy and light,
For the beauty that lies within,
Is more precious than what resides upon any surface,
And it is this beauty,
This gold,
That I the desperate miner,
Is clamouring to capture and behold.

 

Dark as Night

Depression has a face.
Like a virus, it invades its host.
It sucks the lifeblood hard and fast,
It destroys,
Destructive and devastating it breaks down,
All joy and content taken,
Snatched away from its owner,
Left alone to suffer in the dark,
I weep,
Loud and chocked,
My body shakes as the tears emerge,
It is muted and it causes fright,
In a darkness,
Black as night.

In These Small Hours

Cause in these small hours the sun will come through,
Tumbling over the mountains and dew,
And in these small hours,
The light becomes new,
Stumbling over the moments of truth,
And in this small light,
My heart really grew,
Knowing its path all led back to you,
Cause even in the dark,
The sun will shine through,
Rumbling over the darkest of days.

My Well

It’s here again,

Like a cold morning fog,

It settles on my soul,

Sucking at my well,

It drains from me,

The life,

The joy,

And finally my hope,

Leaving nothing in its wake,

I lay,

Depleted,

Exhausted and run down,

For my well is now dried,

And I a mare shell,

Lay in quiet hope,

That the rain will pour,

And once again I will be whole.