Between my shadow and my soul


I shed a tear tonight, for what
I do not know
It could, perchance have been, that
Drop of snow
That crept into my heart, as I had
To let go

It was but a single tear
For something not so very dear
And time tells the tale of greed
Of how one's ungrateful desires feed
When we are all but hollow reeds
Requiring just heavenly fire to fuel our deeds

Curved meridian

Birth is everlasting through the
Wind on this skin and the roots
On my tongue, my land is forever
Suckling these beats, as a horse
Rolls through hay, I aspire awed
Clay upon clay, salt upon sweat
Hues overwhelm my retinas as
An effect of our mountains circling the sun