As blossom fell to the waters
Red settled upon
Diluted,
Purified,
Life
Was washed away, I sent you
As others, upon the waters to
"Cleanse you,
"Of what I had done,
For with each cut a branch of life
Bled,
Seeped,
Amber
Of red where cuts not deep,
"But in spring,
"When life came forth"
A balance had to be meet.
The circle of creation had to be cleansed
with offerings of death,
Lacerations,
Tearing,
Sculpturing
The moments, now cleansed
Upon the flowing waters,
Blossom was drained from branches,
"Washed away,
Purified, Taken away.
I had bleed the bud of life,
I will for each day that life grows anew.
Take one & drained,
"The crimson wine of life"
And blossoms will fall upon the waters absolved
They float away death and life,
Cycles each year kept in true harmony each **cleansed.
There is a cycle that must be kept in harmony..
