I don't want to be this person any more
I don't want to pick myself up off this floor
I've been here so many times before
Don't think my soul can take much more
When I need to talk who really listens to me
When I'm in pain who can see?
Who can understand what I go through
Nobody has got a clue
Things will get better is what I say
But they haven't to this day
So where do I go from here?
When everything in this life I fear
There are days when I think this isn't so bad
But these are so few to be had
If I let all my pain out
I wouldn't be here, I have no doubt
So I get out of bed another day
I put on a smile and think this is the way
Not long and another day will end
Maybe this will be the day when life is my friend
*Starsmere*
*~*~*~*
Beneath my pillow i would keep
A handfull of love...
So that, while I sleep
I could hand it out to those who weep.
Some tolerance would be at hand
So I can say "I understand..."
A pinch of hope would dry some tears
And cheerfulness dispel your fears.
Tenderness would be there too...
A loving gift to give to you.
A healing hand to sooth your pain...
So you can walk upright again.
But most of all, I would pour
The love of those who've gone before
On those who sit alone and grieve
And tell them all "Just BELIEVE...
Your loved ones see your pain and try
Their best to hear your heart-felt cry.
Think of them with all yur might
And feel their hand on yours at night.
So when you close your eyes to sleep
Remember the gifts I try to keep.
Pass by my pillow, make it soon,
And take a handfull to your room.
Pass it round the world today
To those in need who come your way.
Try to put the wrong things right
And now I wish you all "Goodnight!"
*Bumble*
*~*~*~*
Arachne-Guardian of our Dreams
The spider hangs
Suspended in time and space
Upon earth's web of destiny.
Silhouetted against the moon
She weaves in silvery thread,
Through the timelessness of eternity.
Memories of age-old secrets
Layer upon layer, circle upon circle .
Guardian of ancient rites,
Weaver of dreams, keeper of secrets,
She weaves in truthfulness and faith
In barren havens as in fertile bowers
Mystifying lady of both shadows and light...
Arachne, Arachne
Silent goddess of the night.
Glide silently into my dreams,
Weave your magic in gossamer thread,
Touch my soul with gentle stirrings.
Dream Weaver, Dream Keeper,
Keep the dream alive!
*Margaret Baldwin © February 2002*
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