Take back the lives we gave to those
who would use, and abuse ones they profess to love.
Keep the promises we long ago made to ourselves.
Take back the wombs, empty from birthing babies
who now bear their own seeds.
Fill the void with joy's glowing desires.
Take back the arms that cradled cries, the hands that wiped tears.
Fill them with supple earth.
Pound the yielding clay into powder form.
Take back our thoughts, make them our own.
Color them with simplicity's brilliance,
let them soar like eagles on air swells.
Take back the dawn,
her golden light glowing on dream's wildflower fields.
Red, yellow, pink and purple passion swirling softly on breezes caress.
Take back the night, its blackness echoing ancient fear.
Shine wisdom's luminous light into its dark corners.
Dance on moonbeams swing wildly from the stars.
Take back the night.