I am curious of the days calling the stone walls fallen and how the cliffs hold steady for the sea waves. I wonder of the stars living in that sky and of the eys before who cast on them and gazed away their days. I sense a ripple in that Earth and my hands tremble of thoughts dirt ladden and cold I sing tunes of tongue hums of a drum made as water meeting mountains and we cry under fountains of dreams. I know an awakening awaits, we've been opening gates and never evermore will come a day -- I'll wait.
This is an original, unpublished poem by Hunni Bloom.
