Daughters of the moon
Ride the inner waves
Dizzying heights of possibilities
Crash against the stonewalled shoreline
Sand-banked against change.
It will take a tsunami to shift this stubborn treachery
Undo the lechery of lost souls entrapped
In the barbaric misery of war.
The gentle moon is not enough.
To move these ones.
Depths shaking and quaking in outrage
Tremble with the cries of broken hearts.
Enough blood spilt to replenish the pumped out oil wells.
New blood for old.
It’s all carbon based either way.
Gentle rocking in eternity
Sing us into another way to be
hold the pain at bay
rock us still
In her motion.
War continues and the death march quickens the hearts of the Mothers,
And daughters of the moon.
Re-arranging of current events changes history
In the viewing of those who see
From the dark side of the moon.
The shadows give up the ghosts left haunting
The battlefields of despair
False glory and patriotic pride
Gift the sons and daughters
Mothers birth warriors
For the corporate machines
Of true anarchy.
Wash us in your waves.
Hold us in this place of forever
Long enough to catch our breath
As we learn to walk on water
And forgive them their sins.