by A. Gerber & P. Wiggins
The planet spins,
Ballerina on an empty stage.
Beating hearts
Like a drummer pounding rhythms of joy and rage,
Within a cage.
Seasons come
Seasons go, tides ebb and flow.
Out in space
There is no sound,
But the moon can hear our silent cries
When the sun goes down.
Hours into days,
Days into years,
How long will it be
'Til this darkness clears?
Hope is born
In the deepest night
Black turns to grey,
Anyields to the healing light .
Then morning comes
To wash away,
Tears of yesterday.
Moments shine
Glowing love on a mothers face.