Sisters

Cloud shadow across winter fields. Raindrop on a rose. Secret hearts love unrevealed. Such are sisters, so it goes. What is a man? that he might know, the passion of a flower? The tender places he would not go. Nor the sweetness of its power. The way is long, to walk alone, Is not what God intended. Should some how joy in love atone, Let no one be offended. Who is like unto the storm? Who comprehends the night? who knoweth all of shape and form, And reckons wrong from right? In her is beauty, no man may know. A closeness far beyond touch. She is secret, her life has made her so. And her heart conceals so much. Tell me the dreams a rose might dream. Who speaks to the hopes of flowers? Tell me you've found love to redeem, The empty aching hours. Do you love apart from the thundering herd? In a place that knows no guilt? Who thats loved, would say a word, Against the life you've built? Tell me the sea has reguard for the shore. The wind truly cares for the leaves. The heart of a women is so much more, Than any man percieves. Men do judge with great disdain, Without knowlege, love, or feeling. Sisters share their deepest pain, And the comfort of their healing. He does not see, his headlong flight, And his passion to control. Do blind him to her hearts delight, And the beauty of her soul. He's satisfied and unaware. Of all a women can be. He's made a place and settles there, The rest is mystery. Sisters know only sisters can, That love will find a way. The heart of women is hid from man, Whos faith will never stay.For a lesbian couple whom I dearly love. Written February 26th, 2002 © on Feb 26 2002 12:44 PM PST, Patric Patterson    18 • 0 • 8