The Purest Cure

Powerless in the process
Transformed by all I've seen
Reserving judgment on "reality"
Best intentions require best inventions
of balance and discernments choices
Illumination from hidden voices
Guidance from the outer lands
could this be my long lost clan?
Rebirthed at the Crossroads of a Woman
Abort the fear, throw away the plan
Dispel the Shadows that inhabit your heartland
I remember you now as I hold your hand
now my heart untamed and unbound
joining in the fellowship of the unfound
a paradox of power requires resolution in the final hour
Apocalypse breathed from sacred lips
Time is punishment in the age of this eclipse
Poised for the future with Mother hips
aligned with the light
two souls in bliss

Written 1/22/05