Spirit Rising

Spirit rising

August moments turn to dust

Water washed to rust

mud for healing cuts

 

Chaos killing control

bones turning cold

Frozen inside flesh-laden souls

 

Dry leaves crushed beneath blind feet

grinding back to sand

Vanishing from Mothers hand

fertilizing roots so her trunk may stand

 

Proud as Grand-fathers chest

warmed by infant's breath

Pearled flesh

pressed

hard against leatherd skin

With a line for every place we've been

 

Rivers rapidly winding

Caves carved exactly as time designed them

Spirit rising