Her lungs relax giving up life
Embraced her form slowly descends
Fingertips trail along the gentle current
Tiny fish swim between her toes.
13th Sept 2016
I have walked that path before
Every look my eyes have
Every breath my lungs
Every word my
Gazing at all that is she takes up her tools and begins the Task
From her core she moulds and shapes…
Filled by a light that will not be defined; she grows,
A maelstrom augmented by a hum.
Beset from a pain that will not be denied
Her loins relinquish her one last hope…
Stupid stupid stupid is to wish other…
She the undeserved
Can have no day
The still born child lay at her feet
A promise broken
Waters shed from sorrow’s keep
Cast an echo of its tiny heart…
The crystal veil is pushed aside
The soothsayer resides in the space between life and death
The eternal time is the path he follows
The demonstration of truth…
All the voices had their own little self-conscious echoes. Toward the end all the echoes made the big room with the stone fireplace seem extra hollow.
Her cries speak of pleasure
The crowd averts their eyes
Yet the room reverberates with their desire
Lust for what they can not have
How do the actions done where a life is taken
Thought to be steeped in good…
I just love the sound of
we share much
we share moment
is a door
There is where exactly…
Its been so long that she can’t remember
The horizon named Courage beckons
Yet this is the forbidden place.
Sobriedad, he said.
What a way to live.