DEBORAH BROOKS LANGFORD

DEBORAH

BROOKS LANGFORD

The Moan

The light of heaven is flooding the earth

the depths of divine love flows through each birth

let us connect within each others hearts

at the moment with two to choose from the arts~

There stood their souls among the falling

dawn sat before the sunrise forestalling

as the moans were the deepest as they arose

the hurt is vulnerable like a black rose

in the forest that came way down deep alone

was the moan~

Dew drops in the dawn weighs down the petals

darkness, lightening, flames, in the fire of metals

burns deeply in the consciousness and flames

the wrath and anger can be felt that blames,

can reign deep in your bones

as the Storm brings the unconscious so alone

as it moans~

Debbie Brooks. @

WRITING YOU

Trembling with my fears

everything I knew tossed away

for deep inside I have formed a barrier'

until I write about you~

With every thought of you I tremble

bitter sweet memories of a love I write

I try and keep it close to my heart

with love and tenderness I cry~

Words that could have brought laughter

brought tears, with wishful tears flowing

the kind of words I could of said

was when I wrote you~

Dreams are dashed, hopes are no more

but wishful thinking doesn't help

my body trembles like a fever

grabbing hold of the cracks of words

keeps me from falling~

So I write you in and out of my heart

until I see your face, and your smile looks so sad

your eyes of life makes me want

but the solace of grace and the falling stars

keeps me hanging on~

Debbie Brooks @

A Tree In The Heavens

Reach for the heavens I heard him say

with all your colors that would take you away

the tree of life flies above all else

When mourning bells do toll

All hear the final call~

The stars --- those dreamless Trees

Would fall as tears of skies

The moon would lose its glow

The stream would have no flow~

All fish would fall asleep

In an ocean vast and deep

But cheerful bells would chime

For the tree who conquered time~

@

DEBBIE BROOKS