The well calls me
24 June 2016

Your shadow’s light
It beckons to me
Through the waning open walls
Dividing the space
Separating our hands
The reprimands
All things lose power
As your urging mind now calls
A token of grace
Recovery of sight
Nights unveil you
Iridescent ghost
Your visits transforming me
Daily nighttime host
My flesh your choice pasture
The melodies
Do you remember
They sang in our joyous hearts
Then grief seeped through
As you climbed stairs to heaven
Buried in soul
The melodies ring
As I thrive in your embrace
Sheltered by your wing
We fly into night skies
Upwards downwards
The journeys take turns
Revolving dissolving paths
The maps lost in Time
When innocence drew straits
The walls closing
They hold you within
This house of cards that tumble
As the paint peels off
Revealing your essence
Spiraling flight
You me and the light
Nothing compares to your face
Shimmering presence
I dive into your spark
The well calls me
Like ravens from dreams
I fall into the waters
As the trees grow tall
Around liquid grave’s dark
Reading of the poem:

Return 2 – Max Richter
Path 5 (Delta) – Max Richter and Grace Davidson
Dream 8 – Max Richter
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