This Eulogy

Wanting
To sing the Heavens
Before learning the songs of earth.

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All (be)comes from Ash

Atoms vibrate and glimmer
through rainbow breath, while
upon gossamer wings of brilliant hues
and the melody of predestination
my Beloved whispered
of me

and beads of moisture mix with clay
exhale dreams unreeling
upon skies of ageless song

as stories yet scribed
on stone (they) sit firmly,
washed pure by robes of the River Kawthar,
each fibered drop cleansing
me.

 

(c) A Hannan