SPIRIT WORLD



Comes the day
that thoughts die down
eyes opened
still are blind

Rising of throng spirits
of the past
piercing my heart
piercing
again and again
poisoning the present
into a pool of grief
to the bottom
of my soul


The pain, the intense pain
of deeply loving in vain
To be abandoned
make them banished
to the gaol
of my memories

Yearning for
a voice in the storm
a voice
that is not there

Frightened like a child
fumbling for a hand
in the dark
Putting my ear to the ground
and scanning the spirits

I feel SO alone
and let the tears come
one
by one

Water outside-
fire within-
Still the courage
for a new life

The morning comes
broken heart
heart
broken

Feeling like shouting:
I am the bride
and still seperate...

Will I ever
enter the circle




Soshanna