Brigid Faye, Reader

Bleeding Hearts Bleed No More

Hear the music start to soar.

Never knowing where to end

The Trail of Tears would never Bend

The Blood of Old

Still Haunting our Own

The Traumas Stored

The Perpetrators Guilt

From so long ago

Patterns repeating

A heart never sewn.

Saunter Straight

Of bent if you must

But always remember

The objective of lust

Passions at their core

Are calling us to be more

To Co-Create

In Divine will

In Divine Timing

Our Hearts Beat Still.