m Celtic Cross Celtic Cross - Average Everyday Sane Psycho Supergoddess

June 28, 2005


Child walks down to the river
looks out as far as she can see
draws each breath as if it were the last
And wipes away the tears across her sleeve
She can see where the river crawls to the sea
Like a baby into mother’s care
Somehow the longing is so far away
The innocence so wasted and aware

look at the child with the dream in her eyes
Holding it deep inside her

Thinking about home...
So much anger so deeply ingrained
Seemed a burden that was hers alone
She didn’t think that there was anything wrong
With wanting a life that she could call her own
How could I explain? You would not want to hear.
You wouldn’t listen if I talked anyway
For you were too weighed down by your own fears

And look at the child with the dream in her eyes
Holding it deep inside her



At June 28, 2005 11:45 pm, Blogger Miss_Vicki said...

Ha, firstites! :)
(sorry, it doesn't happen too often LOL)

That's beautiful - did you write it? I love it, great work!

At June 29, 2005 12:22 am, Blogger Varla said...

Hey beautiful. Wonderful words. And I'm caught up on all the posts I missed in the last few weeks.

At June 29, 2005 5:42 am, Blogger Denny Shane said...

very nice thoughts celti... soothing I think. ;)

At June 29, 2005 6:55 am, Blogger sydwynd said...


That's great stuff. It would sooo make a great song! Something pretty on the classical guitar, with maybe some soft strings in the background and light percussion.

Very nice!

At June 29, 2005 8:24 am, Blogger midwest_hick said...

Gosh....much deeper....and much more sensical than the drivel I do....lol......nice!!

At June 29, 2005 8:47 am, Blogger Spirit Of Owl said...

I don't know if the child is you, but that's a very moving view of a lonely child. I want to stop her from feeling so isolated, tell her it's ok.

the river crawls to the sea
Like a baby into mother’s care

Powerful words. Thanks for sharing them, Celti.

At least she's keeping the dream of having a place to call home. There's hope, even after the anger. :)

At June 29, 2005 10:31 am, Blogger just me said...

You just seem to nail the words to my soul right up there on your blog.

"Strumming my face with her fingers....singing my life with her words...killing me softly with her song..killing me softly...with her song...writing my whole life in her words...killing me softly...with her song...." comes to mind.

*HUGS to the inner child that searches for home*

At June 29, 2005 12:59 pm, Blogger Brighton said...

That was beautiful.

At June 29, 2005 2:09 pm, Blogger halo said...

Hate days like this sweetie. Im here..

At June 29, 2005 2:43 pm, Blogger Tricia said...

Beautiful and sad...
I'll call you in a bit sweetie.

I hope all is well.


At June 29, 2005 3:39 pm, Blogger Boobabe said...


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At June 29, 2005 11:12 pm, Blogger Michael said...

Celti, I love how you can be so frivolous and fun on one day (namely short-attention-span days), and beautiful, serious and lyrical the next.

At June 29, 2005 11:16 pm, Blogger Aimee said...



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