as mother blood
and sister time
wing and wind and water
come as one
with knowledge of before
was felt the same
has always been
 deep within the yearning
when writing down the ways
of every thing

inheritance
of living past
still uncertain signs
as black the cry
still rings above the blue
was blessing to the stone
bring to us
your holy stories –
our path to keep
was always there below

lest we choose
again as then –
tho still without believing
familiar clothes
were given us
to wear beneath our skin

as velvet scars
to cross the grain
where tender touch remaining
and nights
when e’en the dark
was pulled away

fearing not this loving ache
when turned from trust
to sparing
the pain to know
as knowing sometimes does

the same as first
you carried
with visions of forever
the sky would fall
and weeds would steal your sound

til every bed was dried
and ears forgot to listen
leagues to march
as wars
to break in two

rewritten to the memory
are lives we couldn’t save
buried now beneath the willow tree
and given none –
the name I speak
e’er the spirits linger
in keeping me with memory
words to understand

of lifetimes past
we were before
might the ink be lifted
to reveal another word –
beneath the word

written to a place
within the soul

mother blood
remembers now –
things we dare not say
sister time
returning us
into the love
we know