Solitaire Kathrynne-Lynne Archer
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Lady, Send Me The Child

Send me the quiet child or the loudest child
Send me the chatterbox with a million questions or the child that builds castles in the clouds
Send me the child that sees 3 steps ahead and the child who dreams of new worlds and magnificent anima,s who speak and sing

Send  me the child who weeps at stories and late-night movies or picks dandelions for strangers
Send me the broken and needy child
Send me the child that hugs and kisses and tells stories to every neighbourhood pet and cries with children he has never met before

Send me the child that visits all the elders
Send me those that take longer to "get it"
Send me those who are here for a short time who need me most
Send me the little Mums and Poppas whose hearts always have room . . .

Send me those that still tremble and shriek every night
Sene me the child of war of abuse of neglect
those who no longer speak or hurt themselves in quiet desperation

Send me those that see their own rainbows that they may shed light on the world

Goddess, please, I will ask naught else, Please send me the children and this I do pledge
I promise to treasure them all

I didn’t want much

The sound of my name in your mouth

conjuring the taste of honey and long and lazy Sunday mornings

I didn’t want diamonds

To see the soft rise and fall of your chest as you slept and the scent of fresh

brewing coffee

I didn’t want forever

Just to watch shadows chase our story across your dreams and wondering

if I would make an appearence in them

But I didn’t want much … which turns out … was just as well

Solitaire

She paint's the rainbow with tones of the flowers in the fields
She gives the water all the colours of her eyes
Blue in the bright yellow sunshine
Grey in a storm tossed temper
And deep, soft Green as she gazes on Her children
She holds us all gently and with great care,
As we dance and sing Her name
She smiles
As we bring Her our sorrows and tumble them in her lap Mother help me , please
She smiles

And She weeps
When we use what we know to bar another's Path
She weeps
When She sees impatience and intolerance and fear in us
She weeps and forgives

And when the days are rushed and I find no quiet time
She calls me quietly
With the scent of flowers in my dreams or a half forgotten chant
... And I remember

I came to Her in eager ignorance knowing only that which I did not know
And She sent me Sisters and Mentors Brothers and Teachers and questions so very many questions
And so ...
I am student still and even though my knowledge has grown

Gaea Gaea Mother Lady She no matter the name I honour Her and belong to Her and I am still Her child learning each day

Until My Lady does call me home

LET IT BE FOR LOVE



   I don't know why we keep doing this

after all the tears and all the years running headlong at each other knowing full well

our toxic combination will only bring only sorrow

   Stumbling blood drunk and blind time after time  self destructive obsessive  fools

  We bash each other with our hearts and drown each other in  guilt and passion

and yet no one can hurt us quite as deeply as we can ourselves

we know every soft tender pulse and just how hard to push for that inevitable   searing soaring pain

  The pleasures now are not a fair trade for a tear soaked bed or months self castigation

the rising tide of passion is no longer joyful and good memories no longer outwiegh the bad
and so now before the last of whatever love is left is lost, turns bitter  

my love this must be our ending now ,for ever ... for both of us

This time as we walk away ...for all we were


Let it be for the last time ... for love