Walking with Death
Walking with death
Early morning arose
Black bird, Egret and Swan
The silver of the morning bitter to my tender heart.
Connection adjust
Forgotten tales of love
A day from Oaks to Ashes
Born again, dust amongst the soil.
Rejoice of maple and icy tones
Blue bones, skinny fingers
shattering shivers lie lonely upon the river
as we walk past through the trees and beyond.