A Womans Pain

She bled the night for promises,fed upon her dreams.
went in search of fleeting hope,long lost or so it seems.
She sought to find the answers to the simple question "Why"
was left with bitter endings and angry tears to cry.
She ached and trembled in despair,beneath the moonless gloom.
holding fast to shattered pieces of a heart she thought doomed.
She cried out in the dark of the pain she couldn't share
Asking her desolated soul,why her lover didn't care.
She begged the night for promises her prayer came to naught.
Wondered when the hurt would ever end, is this her lifes' lot?.

She wanders thru the shattered night
hiding from her one great fright
The fear that she will end up alone
With her heart turned hard as stone
She looks up at a lone gleaming star
And wonders why she has come so far.
She believes, and she knows, its ne'er to late
To turn ones soul from rage and hate
Unfaithful man the promise her lover did not keep.
That one burning memory ever invades her sleep
The nightmare wakes her, she doth toss and turn
She walks the night, it makes her spirit burn
She walks on, but but she will learn to cope
For she remembers . there's that small word, Hope
And when the morning light drives back the night
She can rejoice, and put away her fright
know this, Dear Lady, at the very least
As surely as the sun rises in the east
The light wipes away the darkness with its glow
This one great truth, you must see and know
If you think that your hearts is ever sealed in that rock
Remember that faithful love shatters any stone sealed lock

Mountain Meadow

Fleeing memory, he walks the woods, the silent mountains,
Behind him, a city of glass and steel, man made fountains.
Tho not bold, the deep shadow of the forest holds no fright,
He wishes only that enfolding peace ,found within the night.
Fearing to sleep, for sleep may bring that dream,
Awakened, heart pounding, trying not to scream.
He could not save her, he could but sit at her bedside.
Watching, helpless to halt the ebb of her life's tide.
He walks on, hearing and feeling the the night sounds;
Deep and dark, never quiet, in the forest, life abounds.
He desires that darkness, moonless times, dark as jet
So leaves the house at the fiery kiss of each sunset.
Coming upon a clearing in the woods, a meadow he did not seek,
Arriving just as the morning dawn enflames the mountain peak.
Old blackened stumps tell a tale, how the meadow was born.
Grass and beautiful flowers, doth now the clearing adorn.
Looking across the clearing, a way to end this rift
The meadow has no other side, he sees there, a cliff.
He stands at the edge, the clearing behind him like a park,
Facing the dawns first rays, below him night, deep and dark.
gazing down that fearful height, he hears nights siren call
Just one small step, then an end-- an end to dreams and all.
He steels himself to take that step, and thinks, "None will care'
Suddenly he feels a warmth upon his hand, a breath light as air.
He turns, he looks, and there in the light of dawn,
Gazing trustingly into his eyes, a tiny dappled fawn.
He steps back, takes one hand, wipes at the blood on its side.
Not the fawns, somewhere in the night, a mother doe has died.
He picks up the fawn, it relaxes in his arms in total trust
Says "Lets get you fed ,little one. Our life's in front of us,"
As each of us travels life , from birth until deaths door,
We simply want to be needed, just that, nothing more

Beauty

The beauty of the face and body is only ephemeral
What shines forth from the heart and soul is eternal
Thoughts and ideas of beauty, alter without reason or rhyme
The glory of the spirit mocks and forever transcends time
The Goddess who made us each, had no ideals in her plan,
No age, no beauty, nor ugly, merely woman and man
The Lilly is pale and fair, many praise it beauty
But there are others to whom we also owe duty
Pansies and roses can be dark in their parts
should we then, deny them our hearts?
so judge not any person by their physical whole
rejoice and enjoy them for what they show of their soul