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A sleepy afternoon
Reds, golds, browns fill the sky
A chill in the air
The sun asleep behind the clouds
So much to be done
Before the winter comes
Yet I pause
To join the mood of the day
And drift off into a dreamless sleep

 

Rose Waugh ©2002

Behind the mask
Lives a small child
beaten and battered
she cries
sitting behind her walls , watching
Afraid to take away the bricks
That keep her alone
She cries
She cries to be held
She cries to be loved
She cries to be wanted
She cries
Her life is slipping away
Yet she makes no move
She's trapped in her fear and loneliness
She cries

Rose Waugh ©2002

 


I stand under the moon and speak to the stars
None shall consume me
I give them no power over me
None to harm me, none to rule me
None to cause me pain
I'll send my heart into the world
And trust peace, serenity and love to follow it home.

Rose Waugh ©2002