It came undone
the rules broken
tumbling out of place,
chaotic beauty
streaming.
Up rose the great
and the small flew
to where...
Dark met light
when the gateway
crumbled.
He ran
Trying
To put
Everything
Back in
Order.
But the strings had torn,
the connections severed,
death became life,
every moment
singular.
And so she danced
with the beauty
and the horror.
Danced without gravity
for tomorrow
could never be,
and today
was undone.
©2016 Moira Ashleigh
She knew
always
inside her
there was a key.
A key to
that place
where all the stories
all the words
everything
lived.
And if only she could
unlock
open
expand
to that place,
She would be
safe
connected
so alive.
Held in the stories
of never and before,
Stories of dark
of hope
of magic
of forever.
©2016 Moira Ashleigh
If I had hands
I would grab you by the collar
as you ran past
lost in your everyday worries
And I would shake you
just a little bit
To see if I could wake your spirit
To us,
to all of us.
If I had hands
I would pull out your earbuds
and let you listen
To bird song
the wind and the wings
of beings so small
The sounds of growing
and of dying.
If I had hands
I would take yours in mine
to send through my fingers
the love, yes love
that we could share
Just in this moment
together.
And I would hold you
as the treasure you are meant to be
precious, unique
Yet one small part
of a whole tapestry
coming together
that is
today.
If I had hands...
©2016 Moira Ashleigh