Residing in the Shadow

of one's own Self,

for a time;

is the only way,

to find the light that is

within,

that has always been,

but sometimes is forgotten,

and needs to be remembered

I awaken

the sliver of the Moon

she looks in on me

through my window

I go to the window

and look back at her

remember

release

rebirth

carry your

own light

what else can

we do?

and I

think of you

She

made our eyes

with moonlight and water

She

made our arms

from the Weeping Willow

and

She

made our Hearts

strong, beautiful, rare

enduring

as

Desert Roses

and

it is in the shadows

and the night

and the moonlight

in the soft hours

that I dream awake,

sketch and write

songs in the wind

and think of you

And Women Like Us

Women Like Us

We are Desert Roses

wild

beautiful

thorny

petal soft

we can live in the aridness

of this world

yet glow,

in the morning

from the kiss of last night's

cooling dew

our thirst for life

quenched again

and if a crack has come to our path

did we trip and fall?

disappear?

NO!

we stepped right in

and came out again with our wisdoms

we walked in places

where others fear to tread

and we make our own way

weave the fabric of our Souls

grow

enduring

courageous

strong

wild

thorny

soft as petals

arms as gentle as willows

voices from the wind

eyes from the moon

hearts

rare, gentle and strong

as Desert Roses

and when we are done

with our fleshy petals

the color of our skin

we will remain

transformed

We are Her

Beloved Art

and we will become

as her bones

stones on the earth's breast

Desert Roses

and one day

a woman may see us on the ground

and pick one of us up

put us in her pocket

the comforting weight

grounding

full of wisdom

hope

in a woman's pocket

as she

makes her way

and now

i think about me

and i think about you

and with love

admiration

realization

I want to know

Women like Us.