Each Hour

dead and around 

her heart never found 

it was never what she thought

he said she would be caught 

strange the seed inside 

it was lovely till it died 

the man inside him sick 

she wasn't able to predict 

she opened her heart so wide 

he was kind until he lied 

she was nothing but his bride 

then was washed out with the tide 

the sea absorbed her beautifully 

she breathes and now she tries to see 

beyond the pain of love made sour 

she listens to herself each hour 

don’t be afraid to feel

what is painful and too real

avoiding it may seem easy

but the outcome will make one queasy 

a love that is here to stay 

will be deep and true each day 

even in a storm 

it will be there and real and warm 

a man only kind at the core

who shuts his heart like a cold steel door

will never tend your inner flower

but only his own vain cold power

she sat inside her lonely cage

becoming brave enough to gage

how to get out of that which is now

recycling the dead like this pure vow

a beauty grows inside 

it was there even when she cried 

now that she has her self alone 

she steeps inside the G-ddesses zone 

knowing deep within her bones 

these are gifts of mosses and milestones 

she fills herself with fragrant flowers 

as she grounds in her true knowing powers