Ramblings from the Dark Side of the Moon

 

And if the band you're in
starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side
of the moon.

('Brain Damage', Roger Waters/Pink Floyd, Dark Side of the Moon, 1973)

 

[A poem for Mothers]

 

The Nurturer

The nurturer spreads her wings,

protecting the nest

with her love,

for one more night.

 

It has been a long journey

and she is tired. But,

the nestlings are safe, knowing

the nurturer is always near.

 

The winds of life are not always favorable.

Free flight is not always free.

One can only fly as high

as the spirit allows.

 

Soon, the nest will be empty

as new journeys begin.

It is the way of life,

as inevitable as the sunrise.

 

The nurturer will never be far.

Her wings, as strong as they are,

pale in comparison

with the strength of the heart.

Copyright 2011
Ronald Angle