Peace At Last

 

A tiny body huddled next to her mother

So little, so innocent

She is free now

Covered in blood

Wrapped for her burial

Next to the woman who gave her life

Free from those who gave her death

They can no longer harm her

She and her mother are now at peace

As Tears Fall At Midnight

 

If there were a time to go stark raving mad this would be it

In the boxes the children lie.

A mother and child huddled in death.
 

Needless destruction

Horrors of war.

This should not be.
 

So this is the road to Freedom?

I have to wonder?

There must be a better way.

Moon Grace

 

By Moons grace. are you here?

Blossoms of starlight, smiling beyond

A Shimmering breeze, fills your mind

Gently caress, your sacred time

Worship your thoughts, for they are your own

Quiet the place, where you have a home

In your castle wild with gusting thoughts

Times we have know

Places we’ve seen

What is the truth?

Who are the tellers of false dreams?

Some may have vanquished your freedom of thought

One must reflect, is your knowledge really so wise

Was it given by one, who did compromise?

Is their way, the only one seen?

Did you seek others, to search for their truth?

Or believe in just one.

Each road we travel,

A sea so vast,

Voices of death, flow into the night

Visions of unbridled shadows

Darkness or doom

Wisdom or joy

What would you have

If not for the quest

The journey of thought to the path it does lead

Speaking with you has, done that for me