words
dissolved as mist
among the morning green
flowing
out the crevices
where he repents
a world of sin
between the cliffs
as words descend
the white abyss
in the depths
where bodies dissolve
and there is only spirit
free among
the earth and wind
growing roots
in shallow earth
where we watch the seasons
from within a shelter
from the rain and snow
between the earth
where she dives
into a place
where the secret
have bubbled to the surface
carved in time
from the rock ages on
where we say in words
has formed in the grains
between the lines
words like stars
that touch the wandering soul
as sleep has taken her
to another time and place