HEART BEAT

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Mother Earth’s heart beat

Like the rhythm of a drum

One two three four five

I close my eyes and listen

Her tempo in perfect time

© Sherry Irvine – October 24, 2011

Tanka style

TRANSFORMED

I am a seed

Just like everyone else

Blinded by the darkness

In the soil that is my home

I am well taken care of

Watered with love

Nurtured with hugs

Waiting to grow

After a long long time

I finally begin to grow

First I grow a golden root

That reaches far into the earth

With my eyes still closed

I begin to feel and hear things

I hear a drum beating

I feel it singing inside me

I realize this is my heartbeat

After a long while of listening

To the song of my heart

I am overjoyed with love

I feel this warmth in the dark

I can feel it above my head

I struggle to make my way to it

And it slowly melts away my shell

With half an eye open now

My head pokes through the darkness

It is so very very bright

It’s warmth is so comforting

Every day I grow a bit more

Getting stronger and stronger

And before I know it

I am standing very tall

With my eyes fully open

I am bursting with happiness

For I have transformed

Into the beautiful flower

That I was always meant to be

© Sherry Irvine – October 24, 2011

Long Time Lovers

They met in 1982

While smoking cigarettes

They really had no idea

That fate had planned the rest

They didn’t see each other

For a long long while

Both were crazy teenagers

Growing up through their trials

They wed in 1985

On a warm and sunny day

They vowed to love each other

Til the end of all their days

They had a son and daughter

Who grew up to be real fine

The years went by so quickly

They wondered about their time

So they did a little travelling

They owned their little home

They liked to walk on moonlit nights

And watch their grandkids grow

They listened to the rain fall

Enjoyed the snowy storms

Leaves blowing from the trees

And summer air was warm

They were best friends and lovers

Inseparable to the core

Every second sacred

They had everything and more

Then she became sick at 82

She started to forget

He held her hand until the end

Then she was laid to rest

He was an old man at 85

His heart it would not mend

One day he took his last breath

She was waiting for him at the end

But fate would have them meet again

While smoking cigarettes

They would have no idea

That fate had planned the rest

© Sherry Irvine – October 12, 2011