'i am the guardian of the sky, watching the big and small move'
SUNDAY FEMALE
I am the guardian of the big and small
Born of the radiance of the rising sun
I am the keeper of secrets…
…and I speak only when approached
The white bird is my guardian angel
and the many men of distinction
are little cards in my library of influence
I am the administrator who labours in love
I spotted this strangeness even in my teens
I would faint sometimes and the night would bring vivid dreams
...each dream only haunted me even more
I am the self proclaimed dream master
In me lives a man who sits rationalizing life
and the woman within me lives within chains
and both rule me sharing my home in harmony
I smile at the charm of men and admire the other
Strangely but without fail, the fox serves me
and I look to the monkey for wisdom that I seek
…while the dog and ant grace my wall of joy
…yet the cockroach seems to only shade my course
I seek wisdom
and the ever youthful mind is my trusted ally
My mind, body and spirit seem to speak to each other
…I only seek to see me become truly a spark of joy
…and the bird of mystery says “share your love
and share it the way you would to yourself. Your destiny lies within
the hearts of the many that come to share their pain and joy..."