Under stars
With eyes that brightly shine
I was yours
And you were mine

Summer days
That never seemed to end
Were numbered days
Too few to spend

When the heart breaks
When the soul aches
When the love is gone

Then where do we belong?

The way to love
A path we couldn't find
A twisted maze
Too tangled to unwind

But our waves found
Each others empty shores
Footprints marked
Once lonely bedroom floors

When the heart breaks
When the soul aches
When the love is gone

Then where do we belong?

Under stars
With eyes that brightly shine
I was yours
And you were mine

One more night
We only just pretend
That autumns breeze
Won't mean the summers end

Whatever it takes
Whatever fate makes
If we just hang on

I'll stand at hell's gate
Carry the weight
If we just stay strong

And if the heart breaks
If the soul aches
If the love is gone

Tell me where do we belong?

Let's roll on like gypsies fly
Pack our things and say goodbye
Time is short so lets make haste
Let's roll on without a trace

Let's roll on across the plains
Making love and daisy chains
See the world as it was meant to be
Let's roll on until we're free

In our lifetimes
We walk such a thin line
We have such a short time
Before we are gone
Let's roll on

Lets roll on across the sands
Travel to a distant land
Settle down and plant a tree
See what it will grow to be

In our lifetimes
We walk such a thin line
We have such a short time
Before we are gone
Let's roll on

Let's roll on a simple prayer
On the wind and through the air
And when we're tired and hopes are meek
May we find the lives we seek

In our lifetimes
We walk such a thin line
We have such a short time
Before we are gone

If there's reason
To live through the heartaches
To learn from the mistakes
And see the next dawn
Let's roll on

.

A daffodil sang
love songs

to a lonely butterfly

as we shared a kiss
among the tulips

while listening

Bluer than the azure sky
Staring into a star
Seeing the beauty of us
Reflected in beautiful
Eyes Like Water*

Cherie Nolan© 2016

She doesn't have to be your mother
For you to not call her a ***** for not doing what you want.
She doesn't have to be your sister
For you to not call her a ***** for having *** even once.
She doesn't have to be your daughter
For you to expect boys to respect her as a person.
"What if she was your mother/daughter/sister?"
Shouldn't be a valid question.
It shouldn't be a question that makes you stop and think,
"That's true, I need to treat women like I'd treat my female family members."
As though it's given you the epiphany
That even women you don't know are entitled to decency.
And if that question is what made you change your ways,
Get rid of the notion that women can only be treated to
The same amount of basic respect as men
If you can imagine your mother's/sister's/daughter's face staring back.

Scoop up water
From puddled rain

Moon peeps over
Left shoulder-

Reflected-

No drink

Moon and water
Filter through fingers

Leaving only grit