The Spring moon watches worried over cowering women and children beneath her bright beacon
Acts of terror on Vernal Equinox
The summoning of the sacred magic they seek to dominate
We reclaim our birthright to behold the moon in peace
Contagious virus of War
Makes us all sick to death
To restrain this one mighty blow
to Hold the fist tight and peel open the fingers opening the palm
Today we cling to the last morsels of peace already disturbed by early bombs
The line fades in the sand as the wind blows harder
and harder
as we exhale our prayer
48 hours to stop the war
This task demands ultimate sacrifice and strategy upon strategy
each one in action i
in all directions
unexpected
We devise through oracles
summon all power
spark revolution
Disrobe, dismantle disarm.
Today seemed so simple
So sky blue and spring'
But underneath a warning of the longest winter
endless cold sorrow
But the birds don't know
or the new bloom on the plum tree
This mother senses a strange season of fire
seeds unearthed instead of planted safe and sound
children buried in the garden instead of flowers with the promise of nectar
My daughter still safe in magic worlds
Wishing on a dandelion for safe skies filled only with blue, clouds and soft rain.
