this herstory

Let the Histories change, then.

If a Red sea was ever truly parted

then let the same value of a miracle

perform Itself, Here.

Let the Histories change, then.

Every unrequited Love, shall be requited.

Every broken wing, made whole.
A History begins Itself, Now.

And You, are a Maker Of It.

You, are neither brick nor bauble
but a Dreamer of What's Next.

This World, may not even need

foundation. Or decoration.

Or oceans to manage.
Let's not even decide on a Name.

But let This History change, Now

all the same.

(This History - m. claire - copyright 2007 - all rights reserved)