from the hills you came

Air: filled with salt and the ground
wet with life
walking with sea legs over big skies;
clouds pulled down
let a smile through, bring back this life.

mother Nature has claimed again.
this storm misfired;
stable world gone awry
mountain Sunken into valleys,
lakes turn to fields,
rivers slow their pace
to see the sky darken up.
today the Night came early for the earth and sky.
welts dot the valleys, for mother Nature has missed her mark,
taken one of her own,

pages left blank.
this book will continue and be filled
by those who too, rode the river.
to continue the book of the one whose voice came from the hills.

words will pass margins,
for great lives are carried beyond pages,
life will not be ceased.
memories carry her fire, we carry her fire.

mother Nature cannot extinguish her,
for we each possess and ember in our chest
scattered from her flame.
as we burn, she burns.
we will carry the fire.




miss ya Shannon.