I’m deep in earth listening for whispers of a bygone era Drawing forth missing melodies lodged in silent stones Rotating round a smaller axis Feeling the weight of all that’s grown
Blue light streams from all directions Midnight stars they plot the scene Mending holes in broken baskets That carried seeds of budding dreams
I’m still and silent in this breathing A magnet for the mineral that is me Oceans swell, the discordant, felled In this – my harmonic reverie
- FMH
(repost from my former blog - Antelope, 2016)