singing songs of other
tongues at different times
throughout the night helps
the sadness fly away
the fall and deepened groans
cradle my dimming light
nobody comes with ancient signs
for me to watch and the notes dissipate
I thought I saw your aura flow
down by the river in the night
the foggy morning confused my
eyes and I stood there stung
by the beauty left behind
the gentle sway of how you bent
the hearts of rhythm in the
moon so tender
clay smelled pure this morning
as it grabbed on to my shoes
the dog in me waggled a little
in my heart