Mobe's days

The day's disdain shall never refrain from the pain that the rain will wash away. But tomorrows sorrow shall give cause to claim that today's was just yesterday's gain





This is a free thought process to which I intend to entertain and insiniuate debate and humor into what I consider a banal universe. I implore you to leave comment or critique and also to question my purposes if you so desire. It is my intent to invoke creative thought and even a new perspective, though I do not expect all to want the invasion of their minds for the duration of my soapbox. I will censor nothing, but cannot promise that it won't be at a higher desk. Enjoy!~mobe

Monday, February 28, 2011

Today, Yesterday and Tomorrow

Today, Yesterday and Tomorrow

Today I laid my sword down at your feet
I laid my armour too beside your hip
I unclasped my cloak and my gown to lay by your sleeping body
Only to listen to what's in your heart and your mind at dark


Yesterday I fought with the might of a thousand soldiers
As blood drenched my clothes and covered my mane no one would recognize my sex
I flew with the swiftness of an eagle for a titmouse
I crawled with the silence of the sneakiest of salamanders


Tomorrow I will wake to a new day and a hot sun
My eyes will be blind to all that they behold in your light
You will own my heart and my body and my soul
And I will deny you nothing in your grace


In our future I see sadness for us both
For one shall fall by the wayside as the other will weep
We will stand by each other through every gale and phoon
Our heads will touch in grief as we share what fates' will


But in the end I am yours and you are mine
As flesh of my flesh that I bore you and heart of my heart that I gave
You will come to see me when your work is done and the time is right
And find me keeping watch over all that you create and missing you so


Today I am a mother as I was yesterday and the days before
Tomorrow I am your mother and counselor and friend as you wish it so
Those yesterdays gone past are lessons for you to believe and to pass on
While I watch patiently long after I am gone


Love is the rope to which ties us all
Blood is the cursor to what gives us call
Life is the death that is waiting at dawn
Don't cry for right now I am here and not gone

...a  poem for what is and what was and what will come to pass.~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.

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