The land here is weeping and wailing of hard stones in that dark night arrives and time simply sees and greets and lays at my feet and awaits my choices my awakened voices declaring a new way I'll go-- I'll be home, I say to the sky and evermore me and the grass, we cry-- but the winds still hug and hold still gently whisper of joy, unfold and I feel my heart hardened a soft, in the way soil melts into spring me up and out, I'll clap my palms and welcome my ghosts of longing, unite.
