Aquatic
5 September 2016
September
Month of the nine trees
Grows branches
Into skies
The Angels now hear the cries
The deafening tides
Tree trunks float
On rivers of hope
The mind copes
In sawing
The thoughts that pervade clawing
The glimmering leaves
Bark and leaf
Two to a third birth
We pluck them
From the hearth
They grow in wasteland marshes
The city harsh is
Countryside
Landscapes of the fall
Beckon slow
To soul’s call
Finest grass for the reaper
Green is the new black
Oxygen
Failing my two lungs
They gather
Communion
Of pairs they will be but one
Fate of the changeling
Uprising
In waves of morrow
Destiny
Aquatic
They move underground frantic
The stone is their tomb
Reading of the poem:
9 crimes – Damien Rice
Delicate – Damien Rice
I don’t Want to Change You – Damien Rice
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