A drum beats in the distance, rhythmic and familiar, soothing broken skin, agonies felt deepening yet wounds within begin to heal, unreal how brokenness becomes one within and leaves without notice, but returns with mysteries mine to learn
I am learning lessons to live by
Death is final, finally letting go, or so I say, it’s hard to feel this way, but harder yet not to
The place I am is serene, turmoil spoils a perfect scene
Llet the day begin anew, see the truth, I see pain falling from the sky, filling the river with tears of mine, rain falls until I’m dry and warm, until the storms pass, until the sun and moon rise, heart beats like a drum under a shadowy sky, but the stars speak and the drum beats and I feel happy and almost free; love is a sound beating loud through me
My heart is alive, memories live, death cannot steal the love we give and take
Make my life a gift, lift me from the sky, fly me to the moon; touch the heart of my mother
She touches mine, I hear her say: “Hush now child, believe, and hear the drum beating for you. It will never leave you, nor will I”, and again I cry, yet laughter is now the reason why
What a relief to hear the drum; look at how far we’ve come
The journey is long, the road is hard; cross my heart and hope to find
The place of comfort left behind, in the distance peace of mind always near
She is the sweetest sound I hear; La la la la la la I sing along, I will never forget the song
It makes me move in time, I am moving through eternity, forever
Clear blue water and grey blue skies, blue is the colour of my life and times
I am blue, she is silver and gold, old and young, ageless, an angel, she is the mother I love
Sleeping in silence, speaking in tongues only I understand, hands on my soul
Whole with and whole without, doubt is now a friend, endings start me over again
Resistance is fading with my will; shrill is the sound of sorrow
Lonesome is the stillness, moving memories through me, I tremble in time
No rhyme or reason, no season to spare me, no sun or moon to shine upon us
Trust is healing me, faith is growing; I am sowing my garden in the universe
I am blossoming and becoming one with truth; unproven and untamed
No wise words to claim, no trees to shade my sadness, no sand to shift my mood
Sometimes paralyzed by nature, glorious emotion, lost to her in all her power and glory
Hers is the epic story of a life well lived in vivid colours of complexity and love
Skies above open to her and rain on me, as angel hovers in the clouds, tears wait,
As I anticipate beauty in tune with a drum, we are one, beyond anything I know or will
Yet barren is my heart when full of longing still
Shadowed by the dark soul of emptiness, glowing stars shine brilliant in her place
I am becoming acquainted with a state of grace; it is in the heart of the mother I love
She is beneath me and high above me, in everything I am, and all I’m dreaming of
Still the air embraces the echoes of her reverberating rhythms, the sounds I love and miss
Bliss it is when I close my eyes, I listen and remember September girl and Christmas songs
Kept in the heart where I belong, yet the drum beats, she never leaves me
I finally believe I will be free, breathing never felt so good, would that I hear again her sweet sound found in the drum beating in time and In the near distance, the sound sublime, healing me in my own time, my heart still beating and in tune with hers
Ever dear, ever sweet, the beat, the heart, start to end, the magic must begin again
Mystical mother of mine, I am waiting, I am moving on, with you, we are at peace
I believe