By one traveler to another
In the light of the bones of the trees
It doesn't quite comfort, it doesn't quite haunt
It reaches through to the parts that remember being a tree
Before fear or want or journeys
Just the turning, turning, turnings of the world
By one traveler to another
In the light of the bones of the trees
It doesn't quite comfort, it doesn't quite haunt
It reaches through to the parts that remember being a tree
Before fear or want or journeys
Just the turning, turning, turnings of the world
A crack
Bones splintering
The bones of trees
Releasing memories of memories of memories
The stuff of the world, written as sinews, intertwined through all the ages of life
A story ends, a story begins
Catalyzed in fire
A crack
Bones splintering
The bones of trees
Releasing memories of memories of memories
The stuff of the world, written as sinews, intertwined through all the ages of life
A story ends, a story begins
Catalyzed in fire
waiting
waiting