within these eyes that see you,
that witness your presence
you are eternally young
and wild
such as is the nature of a wild thing
born bucking and deep of breath
yet destined to find her way
to calm and gentle riversides
where clear water reflects the stars
and ones eternal face
back into the universe

and I stand fast
to weather the storm
turn no cheek against that wind
it rides high, rides fast
bringing feelings
to sick stomachs
and dark silence
to an unwell mind

I can be found
Sleeping deeply
With one arm out
The other against my chest
A mantra upon my lips
To my lost ship
Come home to me, come home

A curious creature
It seems I cannot leave you
Or could not
As now it has occurred
And life has somewhat lost its light
Whilst signets and swans cried
A crow set to the sky
Calling out against the dawn

Turn back, turn back
Shed no mourning upon this day
We are fallen leaves
We are the messenger of winter
Come to call once more
Upon your human heart

Then love this event
It means your fire has burned brightly
That your journey continues
And static has no place within the score of your life’s coda

When stomachs wish for no food
When eyes, though weary and wishing for sleep
Can take no such rest

Love this

It means you are full on your experience
That your vision is engorged
With the lights and trails
Of these stars that crumble
And collapse

Throughout all your life
There has been one constant
At every turn
A single marker remains

With your face
Though ever changing
Your beautiful soul rides on
And loves this

Your human life
Sometimes so lost
Oft so small

Your human life
That brings you love
And loss

the wave which carries you home