cloud spots littered across the mad dawn sky
Tag: Elancharan
a flowering tree rises to greet the heavens
the land barren and us humans without regret
all we’ve ever seen a blind gods’s illusion
night winds we restrain flesh to concrete
noon tide ripples beneath tender skin
leaf fall we construct the silence
bend the dawn winds to our will
dealing with the constant grey in the atmosphere
a rhythm to the winds no matter how unkind
