Thursday, March 27, 2014


Stretched my branches out across
                            the palace grounds
ground in a battle quietly
                                       lost for words

Eyes across a pile of stories once told
       Who knew that a place of dream
      and fairytales
would place victory upon our heads?

The weight heavy
          and   silver
Rubies and diamonds
 diamonds flashing like the swords in our hands
rubies     like the blood we sweat

Silver like the river
Golden like heroes hearts.

Now we pass over the roots of a letter unfurled

Transparent roots that show and in unison sing

"Here we are
no one told us
but One called us
victory ours
and His the glory."

Rustling branches above our heads
green banners of triumph whipping in the wind

birds of blue
  brown, gray
across the sky                           freedom signs

like us they sing

"Here we are
no one told us
but One called us
victory ours
and His the glory."


Write it on my heartstrings would you.
The theme is love
It starts with my heart.
An innocent object that means I am alive.
With each small breath as an infant
I breathed
I lived
In the thunder
In the rain
In the sun
In the snow
Shaking my heart to and fro
Where will it end up and where will it go?

It's really my heart, my soul
You can't show it off
Can't burn it in coal
Can't wear it on a tshirt
or place it on a pole.
You can't even throw it into the sea
Because it never belonged to me.

I place it in another's hands
To quench it in fire
soak it in water
because I'm a daughter
I pick up my crown
Knowing that someday I'll put it back down.
I won't be alone
there'll be people
There will be others
There I will sit
I will sit
And oh my heart
No one will define
Because in the end, it will not be mine.