Time may pick her locks
moths eat her frocks
and her splendid looks may fade
but she will still hold my heart
like the spark of her voice
hangs like an echo in the Everglades
in Elysium fields her flowers grow
Only the roses know
the gardeners hands
we nurture the voice we want to hear
even if it is the one we fear
we grow all of what we know
I loved her so
but I was fearful of losing
the ghost of her out of my head.
For if I lose her voices dulcet tone
I will be truly left alone…
Given the gift
of sight
we fight and wrestle
nestling
in escapism
but it’s a prison.
she is out there
Sophia the goddess of wisdom
she spoke to me when I was 7
now I am nearly 37
I hear her voice
like yin and yang
Speaking her words to me
Am I just hearing things?
Is my mind just broken and in a sling?
Or am I just another author with a gift?
Real tears shed
Eyes of the eternal
Can see the dead
not long gone
Just out of sight.
Like the bird that takes flight
into the white room
with white robes
I looked for you and I froze
I saw you with my undying eyes
you are not gone you can’t die
You live on in my mind
and in a different dimension
of the goddess’s mind.
They will bow to your beauty
But they will miss your brilliance
They will worship your curves
But they will curse others
to see only that which they say is skin deep.
You will weep for your wisdom
The fire in your heart
In your veins
It pains me to see you hidden or vilified
Within his story
You are doomed to be perceived as second fiddle
But you gave birth to this universe and you are the riddle
Sophia wisdom is knowledge and power
it is sour milk to men
and when they drink it they cry
For women make this universe
and men who hurt you die
But you hold my cards
and power
and the watcher I have become sits and waits
Watching you hour by hour
Love and wisdom flow
from streams which flow underground
But women who are powerful
Must know that they can change the flow
and sound out
for what is more powerful than a mothers love?
The light ahead
Talking about a revolution
Will sound like a whisper uttered by children
In the wilderness
in the deep winter we keep hold of our history
thinking about it to keep us warm
From the chill winter storms
that beat down outside.
The light is in us
the spark of own divine creation
we are the children of the story
We create our fate
fashion our chances
Life pulses like the lightbulb
Don’t hide what you have
She waits in the palace
Star lit loves always finds a way
Clairvoyant hearts and souls
For the goddess wait
Wisdom is her name
She knows your own
from the dawn of your existence.