Here I stand before you
at a level reminiscent of a slaves
lower...
so better yet,
Here I sit before you
pleading, and waiting
hoping that the moon will come back
cause I am water and I mourn the rising of the sun
Cause when she comes I know my time is done
Everything dried
I still want to serve you
master
teacher
lover
mother
earth.
I the water
mourn the rising of the sun.
Her warmth symbolizes my descent.
I'm pleading and waiting.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment