You may watch what we do
I know your intent too well
who watches the innocent
wants a child to fall?
Too long the history
foul your jaded past
you ogle a prize
an ogre at best
I’ll continue my path
butterflies and ribbons
we play and we love
our celebration is living
I am sickened that there are people in our world who use others for their gain. Children are the most vulnerable and deserve to be protected against such evil.
Thank you to those who reach out to a hurting world and care…
Dragon’s Eye © moondustdesigns 2013
You wrote a letter with a fresh quill
each letter flowed with fresh inspiration
pen could not contain love that spilled
oh, I know your clever imagination
but… then amidst the curly ques
I felt tossed upon the stormy sea
on my cheek a tear drop grew
the letter was not addressed to me
My pen drips fresh ink
formulas for miles
words in proper sync
imagine children’s smiles
I dip the point
drawings lighten the load
sheep “baa” pigs “oink”
new merges with old
words pour upon pad
ideas in a storm
can’t hold what I have
I run out of proper form
my pen drips ink
too fast to catch
ideas in my head
drawings pour like waterfalls.
(and I have a haibun of sorts.)
a grey- haired journey
we often stub our toes
rattle our mind for memories
caregiver regular in tow
treasures we seek
but little do we find
into a treasure filled mind
seasons change as you age
digging up treasure
Look into the mind of the elderly there are vast discoveries. Sometimes there is a thin veil covering the expanse. It is worth the effort.
I glance at a wax-like stare and wonder
I don’t know you but we are the same
you are bearing the same path of sorrow
the one you traverse is etched in pain
I cry knowing that we could have been spared
our world would depend on the magician’s hand
but then there would be no real horror
only what was written by one holding a pen
I’m sorry there is not more I can say
but scribe words of the world we live / lived
I wipe away old tears hoping
that you will outlive the terror as I did
If you were a butterfly would you be friends with a lion???
I didn’t think so.
Personally,I wouldn’t either. We know a lion who saved a butterfly while she was still in her chrysalis and she saw something about him that others didn’t.
Now this butterfly and (domesticated) lion go about the villages of Uganda teaching children.
If you listen closely, you might hear Judah roar. Don’t be afraid it is the only way a lion knows how to laugh.
Join us (Sean and Leslie) in 2019 as we write the story of the world where giraffes and orabi graze and children dance and sing in the village schools of Uganda.