Some songs unsung, unheard
Do stay on as if they are eternal
If there is something remaining
Gone are the bonds …
Of even that last thread
Sand castles, go hide and seek,
Catch me are not just games from childhood
You are preparing to see the dreams
Over and over again being created and destroyed,
just as the world is recreated so many times
You pretend to pour love
Measuring moments spend
In pennies and quarters, dimes and dollars
You measure families, as though commodities
You have reached a wrong door
Pray you find your path back.
Back where we all have arrived,
From that eternal home
Where Mother Goddess raises
All the folks with love not poison
With care not jealousy or horror
Seek Her, the Mother, of all
The most generous kind and loving
Ever nurturing mother earth,
care her so she can protect you, not pretend!
