Your bones rise out of the desert
Blue faded timbers, rising from the dunes
from the sand
from the sunrise
Whale ribs bending prison striped shadows cast in dust and singing of
Stillness and
Redemption
And all things inevitable
Windcast tones born over hallows
Breath bearing life
Sinking into my skin
Stretching over words, filling empty spaces
Havens untouched, locked tight treasure
Chest filled with renewal
Your bones sing to me
Birds loosed in unison
among dreams unleashed
These timbers moan
Aching sweetly.
Darkly. Keel low inside me, almost
Running aground.
Mast drawn and straining to rest
Foreshadows of dawn just touching the edges with
Tide ebbing back at
White bone feet, blue timbers
And in the morning, echoes fill these hills with silence.
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