Waves of Pain
Waves crashed like the thundering stones they were: a woman’s hair, her hands. In the gloom, she slept.
I woke her in the dark, i saw her, i heard her scream, i saw her cry and i saw the darkness.
Last night you made me leave, but i think you made me stay, i’ve heard your words, i’ve felt your pain, i’ve seen your fear and regret, i’ve wished you the peace that so desperately elusive.
Shadows on the walls of my room: a woman’s voice, soft and deep, calling home, calling home. i hear her breathing, like a baby, and it rings like a bell. i know now that she is there, breathing, and i hear it. the house is quiet; i step inside. the baby is awake, breathing, and i stand at her side, listening to the soft sound of his breathing.The smell of the roses is everywhere.
All of this ghosts of waves of the pain
The past is calling wanting to be heard
Can I listen? Really hear the voices?
They visit every night there here at dawn breaking light. More glimmers from beyond,
Asking the questions of why fear? You old power to all, wake up and hear us.
Waves crash like thunderstorms.