#12 of Poetry
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Rewild Riot
What
Was it?
Unbounded,
My wild words,
Loping over strange champaigns, airy steppes?
A craft crown, earned in ale and the roar of
Our cutlass and
Conjury?
Dragon
King.
Me?
Put there
By you and
Your wide eyes and
Praise, in awe at the snake in the water.
Shattered, the pane is empty. Sun rising,
I climb up through
To where the
Field waits
Me.
The Journey Lonely little leaf Falls to the wild river Then into the sea. Overturned by wind, The oak tree caught in ice, Roots grasping at air. Petals push the earth Away, shedding light on the Heart of the Lotus.
Fruit falls in autumn. I marvel At the dreams of seeds. Snow falls in winter. I ponder The lament of leaves. Rain falls in spring. I smile At the hopes of mud.
Mirror's Lament Remember You will Unfold me, watch Sun the shadow To part a heart in Time borrowed breath Separate coordinates Again back running Our minds, syncing Touch Sinking minds are Running back again Coordinates...