last night i was the moon full ripe hung on an indigo canvas painted with thousands of twinkling lights my silver mercury glow reflected in still waters meandering rivers crashing waves your sea glass eyes full of awe full of wonder last night i was the moon © 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights … Continue reading Last Night I Was the Moon. . .
last night i was the moon full ripe hung on an indigo canvas painted with thousands of twinkling lights my silver mercury glow reflected in still waters meandering rivers crashing waves your sea glass eyes full of awe full of wonder last night i was the moon © 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All … Continue reading Last Night I Was the Moon. . .
there is a stirring an ache in the heart a rise in the soul of ancient voices of women who have bled who have lost who have waited who have endured a salt wash of tears in eyes long thought dry a tingle in fingertips in palms now empty longing to cup themselves around bare … Continue reading Stirring
There is a stirring an ache in the heart in depths that defy known space time A rise in the soul of ancient voices of the women who have bled who have lost who have waited who have endured Salt wash of tears in eyes long thought dry Tingle in fingertips in palms now empty … Continue reading Stirring
last night i was the moon full ripe hung on an indigo canvas painted with thousands of twinkling lights my silver mercury glow reflected in still waters meandering rivers crashing waves and your sea glass eyes full of awe full of wonder last night i was the moon © 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – … Continue reading Last Night I Was the Moon. . .
She had walked long and far in the land of infinitive sorrow Bent double from the weight Drank only from the well of loneliness Made her bed beneath weeping willows dreamt the troubled dreams and accepted this as her fate Then there was a stirring deep inside A fierce longing to reject this yoke of sorrow Walk … Continue reading Hidden Paths of Queens
Brave & Reckless 