Tuesday, 22 May 2012

The Dreaming One

In forest green, air whispers in the morning calm
A leaf in the wind is captured and cradled in its charm
The Dreaming One floats gently past, drifts with gentle ease
Her locks so long and nurtured float gently in the breeze

She dreams of hope and harmony,
Of suffering and pain
Of children lying riddled
And lions with no mane

What little she did have, what little could she give
To ease the pain and suffering and let the children live
Wandering, mind focussed, bright eyes light up the sky
Slim fingers slip through her hair, and know the reason why

The Locks of Love be braided
Bare heads on which to thrive
And shaven head for little ones
And pray that they survive

© Fergus Martin