Distant drumming of the thunder,
Calls my soul back to mother earth.
Tiredness overwhelms me,
I have lived my worth.

My old feathers are worn,
My war paint faded and cracked.
My mount, is old and beaten,
The old ways are not coming back.

The eagle flies in preparation,
For my flight to the land of shadows.
I see my path before me,
My life's journey only borrowed.

The rain cleanses mother earth,
Washing away the stain.
The years of damage man has done,
Has become a weight of pain.

Mother earth is now calling me home,
To join my soul with hers.
I will live no more forever,
And help replenish the earth.

Sheila.

Nails painted but cracked and repaired,
makeup applied but new on top of old
clothes appear clean but with a musty old smell
her hair loosely done ******* with a scarf
once had a style and has seen better days,
she wanders into the bar she has entered so many times
looking for that one person to make her reason rhyme
but the barman reminds her in the fact she is bard
and ends up on the street where life is hard
no one cares about her drug filled abuse
she will wander the streets until her death has an excuse..

Sheila
27-11-2014

Who do I turn to? if I don't have a friend?
Who do I turn to? when my wits are at an end
When I need a shoulder to cry on, and no-one is there,
Who do I turn to? when no-one seems to care

When I'm too busy, and I haven't got the time,
Who'll be there with me? if there's no-one there to find
When I need to tell my story, who will lend an ear?
Who do I turn to? if nobody wants to hear

When I feel lonely, who will remind me of home?
And be the only one there; when I am all alone
When I see dark days coming, who will be my light?
The one I can turn to; when I've no strength left to fight

Sheila.

Breath life into your dreams,
And store them in the tower of your fantasies
In the shadow of the moonlight
Let your light shine bright and steady
Spread your wings and dance your magic to light the way
To every fantasy that the mind can understand
And live in the moment,

In the night air, i hear your soft flowing wings
Beating against the cold damp dew of the coming morning
Your solemn beauty shines alone until you meet in the night
With others that shine so bright
And light the way to the magic of the tower,

In the tall shadowed abyss of the blackness
Is the night and the moonlight shimmers so
That your bodies reflects the mysteries
Of the light and
In this dark and lonely place the bright Firefly dances
And leads us all into our own fantasies of the night
And the moonlight tower.**

Sheila..