Gwynneth Green poet and lyricist extraordinaire, her poetry and lyrical background are gifts from her grandfather, Bud Green

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night warrior

you
the night warrior
darkness your friend
living in dreams
born under the moon

we
the spirits of change
in flight to enlighten
those who understand
transformation
is not to be feared

our voices call out

reach beyond
the horizon
reach for the stars

be open

today it isn’t
tomorrow isn’t either
not all days
are about you

stand in line
the one
the universe
claims the time

you don’t get to choose
only hope and trust
that when
it’s your moment
your mind
is open

not closed
and

Nov New Moon

this is the month
of thankful giving

open your heart to
new moon blessings
satisfy your soul with
new moon intentions

this darken sky
with moonless light
the time for balancing
bring your negatives
to the surface
let them dissipate

your voice

he shouted
i want my voice to be heard
i want my voice to be heard

she countered
stop whispering into the trees
the leaves swallow your words

stop shouting
stop whispering

you know
how to have your voice

dream of me

won’t you dream
of me
when your eyes close

when you go
to that place
that no one knows

where reality changes
and silent slumber begins

won’t you dream
of me
out of memories

of days we spent
seeking shelter
from sudden storms

laying naked

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