blood and bones
rivers and stones
eventually it is all ripped from me
Or maybe we will be sifting through
and dissolving
back to the elements
earth and air
fire and water
we cannot grasp mystery
too much like sand between your toes
and fingers
too much like water running over your
wrists and palms
too much like breezes high up
in the tall trees
feeling the weather in my knees
too much like crystals glinting in
moonlight
too much like dreaming
with all my might
no rhythm, no patterns
except for the shadows of leaves on
dusty ground
too much like I love you
more than words can express
felt it all before the world's collapse
in on itself and
starting over
like mystery
too much like
mystery
