Now that the trail has gone cold
15 November 2015
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In the beginning
Time washed me on empty shores
Shell of air that hung
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She breathed me Fire
Mother wove me from her womb
Golden thread for stars
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She covered me clay
Rising tides her Oceans spent
Nights on my dark hair
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She swelled me tremors
Beating Heart she raised me high
Tidal waves my blood
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She kneaded me bread
The black and the white she joined
Every mouth to feed
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I wake in her ice
Now that the trail has gone cold
Heart follows her scent
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Only my Mother
Scent of Jasmine knew her feet
Ambrosian Life
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