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
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