fever head her
birch song wind
russet leaves dead
sleet ticktaps pines
as she stands strong
hear her, hear her
under the wood
alder sap & painted
hear her, hear her
underdark
underwood
shadowsonged
fever head her
blackthorn pricks
stone the river run
river under ice
and brambles strong
hear her...
flood homes we float
from staircase to stair
debris seeking alone
adrift, scattered words
waterstained india black
flowing as souls do wet
hands our fingers bite
sending words awry
breaking fountains
feathered
washing stone
these shadows on the moon
cast a face of yours in pale
throwing stars numbered
sharp, cutting and fallen
will we remain the unforgiven?
in one year or three
we will see if you walk
down south lane dreams
see if knots truly bind or
if unkindly ones give tell
the ocean's scent carries
even here
burning inside and writhing
with their words spoken
during long ghost nights
carried in smoke on the wind
hey hey sang they hey hey
medicine for the longing within
passing white sage silver
on the circle all around
the pounding of our hearts
the bellows of our winds and
the burning inside and
the burning within
masks we ride rivers wide
banks staring blank, empty
ancestors begging forgiveness --
what have we done?
slipping night waters
at the edge of blood tides
moon mother moon
what have we done?
careless, that whispered jetty
rock dark, broken shore
still that heart's beating
what have we done?
we ever we
on edge turning
forest child lost
her hands her
finger slips
over leaves
over wood
we ever we
can be can be
innocent songs
again—
she cuts she
shadows on wind
shadows on song
of
we ever we