Last dark earth time already gone
time for land in peace past poetry
days of red embers past madness seen
so too I was polished – forged as well
on both sides of the river of life
whose stream I forged embanked and chased
and so they passed me by, checked and chased
on the bridge it came to me how all of it flowed
all of it rose and flooded and flowed
in cycles of water in motions of blood
similar fluids in a trace of the sea
ocean soul attracted to the sky
to return to start and to begin once more
the flow of life is a circle.