Fresh off my memory – this is something I’ve been working on ever since I woke up this morning.
The wind cuts deep in the bones of the earth
And frothing rains enshroud the woods.
An ancient echo screams and hurts
And so should I, would that I could.
The void still weeps for distant springs,
Yet tears are ever-left unanswered
And no depth of silent suffering
Seem to sate this gnawing cancer.
A severed soul, a fearful mind,
Yet burning free and still as strong
As the day she became one with the sky,
The hawk soars far beyond all that is wrong –
And the heavens echo with her song.