Sunday, May 19, 2019

From the Land

To sleep

With the silence of death

Until the sun no longer sets


The Patterns flow

Expended evermore

From dusky dawn

To violet moon and

Under the noonday skies


The Mother Stones

Stand their guard

Warding warp and weft


As all that is

Wends and weaves

Together and between

Filling the tapestry with Life


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