Sedna
Monica richards
From the corner of your eye, I may say I am with you.
Above the heads that look upward in disbelief.
I connect, disconnect, emote, reappear.
I don't need to be known by the Universe.
I travel moment by moment - a star to every sky,
And We may answer any question put -
Like a vessel to the field of Knowledge
I was there and there
And now over here.
I was here and here
And now over there.
The fluttering of a thousand wings... The trampling of a thousand hoofbeats...
The turning of a thousand heads... The silky silence of flowing water...
Seamen may have heard until they turned their heads to look...
To see into the vast open endless answer.
I am with you.
I am with you.
What is it and why is it that this is what we all desperately need:
Home. A place to rest, lay down our head.
Not knowing why but promised some reward - in the end.
A strange Maternal process.
The spell is neither Word nor Deed alone, it merely is.
A strange Maternal process.
Tears hot on my cheeks know no limits of feeling or time,
The sirens gone and the rivers dried up.
The invention of gunpowder compressed -
Spark!
The silent feline not acknowledging the mirror.
A Fever -
Love.
Brightest when misunderstood.
The answer to a question felt but unheard.
Mother is the most important word.
Mother is the most important word.
Mother is the most important word.
Mother is the most important word.
Above the heads that look upward in disbelief.
I connect, disconnect, emote, reappear.
I don't need to be known by the Universe.
I travel moment by moment - a star to every sky,
And We may answer any question put -
Like a vessel to the field of Knowledge
I was there and there
And now over here.
I was here and here
And now over there.
The fluttering of a thousand wings... The trampling of a thousand hoofbeats...
The turning of a thousand heads... The silky silence of flowing water...
Seamen may have heard until they turned their heads to look...
To see into the vast open endless answer.
I am with you.
I am with you.
What is it and why is it that this is what we all desperately need:
Home. A place to rest, lay down our head.
Not knowing why but promised some reward - in the end.
A strange Maternal process.
The spell is neither Word nor Deed alone, it merely is.
A strange Maternal process.
Tears hot on my cheeks know no limits of feeling or time,
The sirens gone and the rivers dried up.
The invention of gunpowder compressed -
Spark!
The silent feline not acknowledging the mirror.
A Fever -
Love.
Brightest when misunderstood.
The answer to a question felt but unheard.
Mother is the most important word.
Mother is the most important word.
Mother is the most important word.
Mother is the most important word.
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