Set out your scarred ribcage,
Cracked and broken,
Cauterized by perse Serge.
Let your pain seep into thy land,
Where roots of oaks delve and bury.
Let the ashen rain flood away your pain,
And thee can grow the sun,
Nourished by the moon.
And you my dear
Set aside the cherry petals
And the warm lapping of
The rushing river.
And lie, observe
Watch the glinted wings of the kingfisher,
The silver flashing streaks of leaping fish
Let your eyes hear and feel,
As the warm sun basks upon thy skin,
Feel the dew drops of lushious blades rest upon thee,
Feel the poison and sadness, evil and corruptness,
Leave thy body.
And feel the new wave,
The cascading wave,
Bask you, in warmth and happiness,
Let it float you down the river.
Let thee, fox and badger observe.
Let them watch the natural order of things,
Before thee return to thy roots.
And you my dear,
You fixed glowing thing,
Return back to us.
Stretch out thy fingers,
And cast us in your light.