A cry captured in my soul

November 2, 2015

I have a cry

Endlessly captured in my soul

Calling to surface 

For my spirit to find peace

And my soul to be whole


While the thought,

 the tones cascade in my throat 

The silence is what I hold

But, soothing smells of sage 

Centuries Of age, 

as I walk through, past the grove 

Ancient wisdoms embrace

Ancestors of all nations 

Unfold the time which will not allow to continue to escape


The currents will rise to a storm

Where everything will break out

And the joys and torment will be known 


And peace will find a home 


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