You have fallen silent
and turned away
I couldn't hear
what you tried to say
I knew you had secrets
that you wanted to tell
the moment now passed
you retreat to your shell
All you had wanted
was someone to trust
the rock that you needed
turned out to be dust
Your throat fills with shadows
your words locked away
your heart has been broken
there is nothing to say
I fall to my knees
to cover my shame
one word still lingers
that word is your name
White winged horses
Sail across the sky
Beneath the moons third eye
I hear a choir singing
And see the dancing notes
Within there is a message
Of technicolour coats
It’s only for the brave hearts
For those who search or seek
Hidden in the minds of men
Who strive to reach their peak
We manifest desires
Create our worlds anew
Expanding love from open hearts
Unfolds what’s real and true.
A promise of what’s magical
A world of mystery too
A shifting of the veils
Reveals what’s me and you
Georgie baby had the blues today
second guessing at his value
through the eyes of less enlightened
he deemed himself unworthy.
Impatient at his own imperfections
disappointed by past results
he does his best with these chaotic games
to hold his light and shine for others.
Georgie baby its time to go dancing
with the ladies in coloured sari's
spinning around dispersing their joy
they beckon to you - the rhythm of life
Georgie baby - born to fly
shadows lighten and wet wings dry
its in the joy that value is claimed
worth is a matter of love and laughter
Leo paints his pain and panic
in words and lazy rhythm
exposing raw nerves with ease and comfort
assuming we all do the same
or perhaps giving us permission.
His eyes reflect the truth of others
but not by accusation
A glimpse behind protective veils
opening out like yellowed pages
tragic memories lift on a sigh.
Sadness and longing, the shattering dreams
the weeping contained and disguised
merges with air, translucently dissolving.
There is beauty in sorrow, he understood;
poignant and self pampering.
Habit of internal observation
Questions of external influences
Birthing music from transformed solitude
A strum of sting flicks away
the shadows trapped within.
Spinsters and Bastards
Spinsters and Bastards in my family tree
channel down their history
Call them hard but they've done it tough
Making sure I would have enough.
Women of substance, wisdom and cheer
fought the oppressors, confronted their fear
Shoes made from yarn - thread bare of dress
Choices in men enhanced their distress.
Hands look like leather, touch soft as silk
Scorned by 'the others' much higher of ilk
They mastered their stories, dreamed their best time
Knowing one day it would be all mine.
Imagination gives us hope, hope is really the gift
Chains and gags begin to lift
The eye may see, but the mind has vision
the body drops when the soul has risen
The earth's a collage and we're just a dot
Take a little but leave a lot
Infuse your love - abort your fear
Time will honour - you were here.
Sonya Green 2010
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