Down my Cheek
Is that You, YEW, across the river?
The sweet-watered river,
Thus leaving me-- this life-- ever alone?
I stand 'neath the Full Mother's
in the shadows of the other bank..
in the leaves of the forest running parallel...
And break tears when I do not locate,
cannot not pinpoint.
I have Danced alone for
So many years,
it seems the only Way, the natural way...
yet I see in the world -- above my head
and beneath my feet
and IN MY HEART--
It is NOT
We are NOT alone.
So, rent asunder by
the current that swiftly passes, that swiftly flows
past, and past, and
i stand. Alone.
Song unable to be given note.
Fire not kindled.
All, All alone.
all the less, because...
Where? and Why?
And How, i ask the glowing-above Orb...
Trans Atlantic Lunatic Asylum
5 hours ago