Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Of Septembers ...

writing sustains sometimes
fills the hollows when the river slows
mercurial, fluid and fierce
words & water
devotion weaved in destruction's whispers
rising
rising
to
bind the heart to land and moon
rising
rising
words pour from fingers unfamiliar
from hands once young
water
spills and tumbles over stone and shore
once young

we rise
we rise
tumbling, billowing in liquid hope
words & water 

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