just sometimes mind you,
She plots with Her coven
to bring you
where you need.
The train that doesn’t come
the gentle wisdom from a stinky bum
with Fate She shares a cup of chai,
Circumstance and Her get really high
She missed that call,
cuz She and Chance are at the Ball
enjoying the wonder of it all.
Floating across the sparkly floor
always having, ‘just one dance more’
She’ll carry you in strong, gentle arms
and drop you in the midst of harms
but She’s always there to see it through
She’ll never leave, She’s in love with you.
Gasping Stars and Burning Suns
Her’s is not for chaste praying nuns.
Warriors one and all cry out,
“Mother, we know without doubt,
We Know, We KNOW”, they laugh, dance and sing
together with Her.
And She is always.
When it should be fading back,
When it should be fading black.
The further it flees,
the shadow grows
as warm as a sunny winter’s day.
Are places to put things when you are done with them.
Even when they are not done with you,
put them in a box-
You can always come back,
or put them away and forget them forever.
I have a closet full of boxes.
But not enough lids.
And so things spill out…
To remind me
of what was put aside.
is a good thing.
You can fill it up with stuff.
Like memories, and hopes, and dreams-
And then you can hide in it,
Hide from all that scares you.
Or you can pack it away.
Tell me love,
Where will you put your emptiness?