As the Ravens swarm

8 February 2016

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Slow they show

The shimmering peaks

The love’s hope

Periscope

Looking out of the waters

Rimmed with icy blue

The cleansing

Gift of springtime’s sprouts

Dancing feet

Humming beat

Prancing around the lilies

Chasing across Time

It blinks fast

The glowing heartbeat

Building up

Winding stairs

Leading down into the wells

Where the blood simmers

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Flatline’s trace

When all is balance

Without face

She calls loud

Her shadows like the moon’s hue

Silver and grey streaks

We renew

From depths of our selves

Holy chants

Bees’ water

Our birth into mystic skies

Which speak of fear’s loss

Of decaying skin

Cleaned so neat what feat!

This absence

In presence

I scrubbed harder than steel nails

This soul how she wails

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The moon flies

Over dark rivers

Where men cry

As they die

Their souls…