Home1 categ1 about1 links1 Contacvcontactt1 blank1

  Lonely Nights

 


Dark are the nights,
full moon shining.
The world cries
tears from her soul.
I mourn so deeply
for the earth..
her labor preceeding
the birth.
My tears are her blood,
my sorrow..her grief.
I am torn
between joy for the new
or sadness for the old.
And I ache
for warm arms to hold me
comforting.
I wonder if the earth
also yearns, as I do,
to sooth away the tears.
The moon
makes silvery trails
which run down my cheeks
tears for the people,
for all living things..
as my heart compresses
and tiny pieces shear away
until there is nothing
left for me...
.....and I cry.

 

 

 



Kay Elaine Ekwall
copyright Oct. 22, l999

MiscPm1
Home2 catag2 about2 links2 Contacontactct2 blank2
Web Design and poetry copyright by Kay E. Ekwall 2009, use only by permission by request