By Claire
It was the night of her existence
Where the moon blushed in her place
And the sun sowed her creation
Where the earth grew in her grace
It was the morning of remembering
Where her tears there left a stain
And her lips parted the heavens
As the earth’s ground grew first grain
It was the night of her existence
Where her children laughed in the trees
And the winds howled at her side
As the mountains stood at her knees
It was the morning of forgetting
Where her memories entered the slipstream
And her soul called a new beginning
As she woke from her Mother’s dream.