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Morning Star Feb 2022
First time I saw her Selling Roses in the Street her hair golden tied in twisted braids of blue and yellow.
Her smile hiding tired turns
Her voice hid unspoken words
She gave the flowers to the people ask
Wondered where to who the Roses pass
Said hello but noone knew her name
The girl who sold the Roses in the rain
Hiding tears and sorrow in her heart she was whitty careful smart
Finished for the day the empty starts
To a dark and empty place she darts
Where pain and  hurt that noone saw
Still tomorrow up to walj again
smiles and sells her Roses all the same.
Smiles and says hello to some what else
Waiting for the day that someone knows her name
Hope they will see her through the rain
Hoping to be held and safe return
Before the hooky thorns slice through the vein
And empty crimson waters flow the nightmares end
One day she was there
And then was slain
Then new girl upon the stall
No question asked no call
But walk through the street to town again
Sometimes a runs through chills in me
See her ghost selling roses in the rain
Noone thought to ask her
Where she came
9nly shadows call her name
Morning Star Feb 2022
Lady of the lake

She walks once more through waters misty blue

As dusk now settles upon the moon lit lake

She lights a lanten to lead him there awake

To the other side her lovers gentle stare

Of lightest blue her dress of silk  flows

He's captivated by her dance

He waits for her though she is unaware

He calls her but his voice she does not hear

He appears  to her yet he she does not see

A spirit she awaits to set her free

He takes her hand but feels no warmth her side

Untill she feel secure she only hides

He holds her close and leads her to the shore

He kisses her  so soft she breathes once more

From her silent reverie she now awakes

She screams of fear and terror through  her fate

But strong enough his love will hold her spree

She twists and turns her spirit not yet free

But echoes of his beating heart breaks through

She allows him gift her body quivers new

now real love his love she can heal
Not controlled but warmth and strength surround her

She finds herself excited by his warmth

For now she can be loved also protected from the storm

And sails unfold as they begin to drift

A journey new away with love they lift

Into a sea of light awakening

Of  love she wakes from silent reverie

Her body gently laid across his chest

Stokes her golden hair he will now rest

She finally feels free of evils quest

In the morning the light through shadows play

He lies there late in sleep
sees her swiftly slip away

Her spirits to the lake returns in beauty

For only night can capture her solice still

she fades away to lakes side call

She glances up and catches  deep his eyes they learn

she waits for the evening once more
For his return
Morning Star Feb 2022
The castle walls stand tall and still
There's no way in
There's no way through
Kept the fall  
Too deep the cript
Just till morning
Don't Run to it
Hold on just another night
Just till morning
Don't let it in
Morning Star Feb 2022
When your afraid and you lose your way in the moonlight you'll see me guiding  you home
When your alone and feel sad inside
I'll be the blanket that snuggles your tight
When you are cold and wet from the storm
I'll be the sunshine keeping you warm
And after the storm and the rain has passed
I'll send you a rainbow and make its colour last
Go on and be happy
with memories we shared
So walk on with  eyes open
And know that I cared
For Angel and willow
Morning Star Feb 2022
When the breeze blows
I feel your gentle embrace
When the sun rises
Your the warmth on my face
When  the moon shines bright
The misty moor aglow
I see you Shine hello,
When your tears in raindrops
Fall on my hair
I'll know its you
Saying you care
When you gently turn on the stars
I'll know your safe in the dark
If I ever want to see your face
I just look at my children's eyes
You shine through them and always be here
And I'll gently kiss them and say  nannas near
For Angel and Willow
Morning Star May 2021
I see it over there
I see it in the sitting room while I'm sat on the stair
A place I often found myself
Sitting in the window shelf
Early hours hearing you screaming crashing tone
Angry sounds and banging doors
Little one I hide alone
Hope a little deer doesn't lose her little smile
Hoping that the hare is out and gently bounces home
Hoping that the moon still shone and owls still listen near
Staring up into the moon
Wish you to return
WHAT If SHEs gone
A promise often said
Made a child tremble fear
On being left for others prey
When she is gone the shadows come
Morning Star May 2021
I see it over there
I see it in the sitting room while I'm sat on the stair
A place I often found myself
Sitting in the window shelf
Early hours hearing you screaming crashing tone
Angry sounds and banging doors
Little one I hide alone
Hope a little deer doesn't lose her little smile
Hoping that the hare is out and gently bounces home
Hoping that the moon still shone and owls still listen near
Staring up into the moon
Wish you to return
WHAT If SHEs gone
A promise often said
Made a child tremble fear
On being left for others prey
When she is gone the shadows come
WHAT WAS THAT
SHE LEFT THE SEWING BOX BEHIND
AS THEY MAY NEED IT
To slowly stitch up slices  flesh or simply tie a knot
So to LETS STITCH UP our empty hearts
Say no more im through
torn another night we are
apart
from  THAT was MADE
Then broke
WHEN A NEW LIFE she has torn
CHILDREN and we are older don't need another now
LETS STITCH UP THE EMPTY HEART THAT CAN NEVER HEAL
THERE WILL ALWAYS BE AN EMPTY SPACE
THAT CAN NOT BE FILLED nor be replaced by any other
CAN NOT BE BRIDGE OR cover
AND WILL NEVER HEAL
SHE IS GONE,
MY LOVELY MOTHER
WHO I COULDN'T BEAR TO BE PARTED FROM
SHE IS GONE
WHY NOT LEAVE MY MOTHER
AS WE MAY NEED HER
Why not leave my mother
No I chose you made me choose you asked me and I said
yes go I'm fine
But I meant don't go
I'm alone here.
don't leave please god please don't leave the sewing box lying in the hall
I'll have to take the scissors out and leave a scar for sure
Stitches do not heal scars you are afraid to show
Stitches only make you see all soon I'll have to go
Now leave or im to go
But I may leave no box
Nor in a box shall leave
Alone
For now shes gone and I am lost
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