Sunday, August 10, 2014
all I wanted was the moon (lyrics)
all I wanted was the moon to keep
so I stepped outside.
all I wanted was to drink the sea
then she arrived.
all I wanted was the stars in my dreams
so I fell asleep.
all I wanted was to know my mother
so I let her weep
so I let her weep
and she cried
and she cried
on my shoulder
and she cried.
a long pretty road
saw way for my footsteps
I carried her through the day
and while we slept
beneath the soft willow
the night swept our sadness away
away....
all I wanted was my heart to sing
so I held her hand.
all I wanted was my friend to be free
so I let him go
so I let him go
away....
Saturday, August 9, 2014
today, I met my mother.
age 16.
young. bold. firey. afraid.
running from her body
her violent home
her only solace, her guitar,
which would take her, as wings, to fly someplace safe.
until one day
her father cracked it in half
crashing it
on her head.
today I met my mother, as her mother.
I went back to that home
and stopped the violent man
stopped him before he could hurt her.
not even once.
not ever.
and I took her to a different home.
so she could have a different life.
.......
only, I wasn't born soon enough to be there
when she needed protection.
I was born one generation away from violence.
it is close enough for me to feel,
but far enough for me to grow larger than it.
to heal, nourish myself,
and open my presence
so I can wrap my mother inside it.
I will expand my love
to be so wide and vast
that it can bend backwards in time
and hold my mom,
then, too.
today I met my mother.
age 16.
beaten.
afraid.
I will hold her until she knows she is safe.
age 16.
young. bold. firey. afraid.
running from her body
her violent home
her only solace, her guitar,
which would take her, as wings, to fly someplace safe.
until one day
her father cracked it in half
crashing it
on her head.
today I met my mother, as her mother.
I went back to that home
and stopped the violent man
stopped him before he could hurt her.
not even once.
not ever.
and I took her to a different home.
so she could have a different life.
.......
only, I wasn't born soon enough to be there
when she needed protection.
I was born one generation away from violence.
it is close enough for me to feel,
but far enough for me to grow larger than it.
to heal, nourish myself,
and open my presence
so I can wrap my mother inside it.
I will expand my love
to be so wide and vast
that it can bend backwards in time
and hold my mom,
then, too.
today I met my mother.
age 16.
beaten.
afraid.
I will hold her until she knows she is safe.
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