The poetry scriptures
Searched for all of their pictures
Simple and sketched, some ink, some lead
Some daffodil water to wash away the small intent.
We gathered, we marched, we strode, we sang
We looked at the melodies across the planes, too.
Oh, what would I do? I see you; I see you.
Oh, what would I do? I see you; I see you.
Retrograde makes its banter
Shaking up
Slowing down
Making the effects last just a little longer.
Full moon, she’s a Leo
She made up a storm
She riled and she ruled
And she made herself known.
We released our fears to her,
We showed her our sorrows
And still as the shadows lifted
There was one who wasn’t lifted…
I wasn’t told what to do but,
I asked and I saw and now I see it too.
The veil lifted over my eyes and I saw things clearer than I did before.
Before, I did not realize how unhappy our daily tasks can make us—meaningless.
The meaning that we search for lies in how we see ourselves, the day.
The meaning that we search for lies in our poetry scriptures and our art and our understanding of the earth as we have come to understand it.
The energy clouds can make quite a mess but
We are grown, we can clean up ourselves and
Make things better and brighter than they were before.
We are not better than the next, for simply we are the next.
Over and over, we make an impact.
