Sisterhood

The winter is a tyrant
But my love is like a flame
All my love is gone to Babylon
And I am left with rain
And my love for him surrounds me
Like the fruit around the stone
Like his miracle of blood and blessing
Sweetly nesting in my home
And it is freedom
That paints my lips red
That lets me want you as I conquer being good
And while I'm breathing
Well it's on my head
For there are blue Moroccan skies
Behind this sisterhood
My sister's face is hidden
Like the world before the dawn
Like the word of God unbidden
Or invited into form
And the love of him surrounds her
Like the fruit around the stone
And the miracles of all his blessings
Swiftly flutter to her home
And it is freedom
That paints the streets red
That lets us wonder if we conquer as we should
But while we're breathing
Well it's on our head
For there are blue Moroccan skies
Behind this sisterhood
The goshawk is a hunter
She's the feather of the grave
Whether hooded or in slumber
Yet she'll never be a slave
For the sky it does surround her
Like the fruit around the stone
And her miracles are bloody
And her freedom is to man unknown
And it is freedom
That paints my lips red
That lets me want you as I conquer being good
And while I'm breathing
Well it's on my head
For there are blue Moroccan skies
Behind this sisterhood
And it is freedom
That paints the streets red
That lets us wonder if we conquer as we should
But while we're breathing
Well it's on our head
For there are blue Moroccan skies
Behind this sisterhood
For there are blue Moroccan skies
Behind this sisterhood