Moontime

We used to set our calendars by the turning
of the of the moon and the fine tune
of the cycles of the womb to were light
where only a woman can go into her self
that was before the darkness of perversion
and the end of beauty and gentleness began

Spilling blood became the only game
along with the rape and death of women
yes yes I know it has not stopped and
if like me reading the bad news just gets
a little bit too much for your weeping soul

I want to take you on a journey to the a
place where the great balance is returning
yes in the meadow the woman are singing
and they are giving back to the earth the
gift of healing from their flowing blood
and no one gets hurt and no one cries
the blood of heaven flows into earth


women are releasing the memories
the memories of a long time ago when
they sang to the moon for they knew
the rhythm and patterns to follow the
moon showed them the way