Lest we forget
from the mountain top
I scream through the
empty places sodden with blood.
You don't hear me anymore
you have taken apart everything
and taken away yourselves from me.
I whisper to the open hearts
in little ones, not yet closed.
Don't forget me
or what has been done
I am here, you have been taught
that my loving touch, my energy
that fills you up and makes you dance
is the same as fear
and less than sane.
I gather about me the dancing ones
sending them back,
strong this time - speaking out
into a time that may have come
to realise its own decay
and that perhaps I have not gone away
and howling in the wind
let me in.
copyright 2000, Unikorn Stardancer