She can walk
          between
             night and day
               never letting either
                  get in her way.
She learned this trick
                     many moons ago
                                by
                     going deep within
           and never letting it show.
Her soul is innocent
her heart is pure
she’s gone through more
than most could endure.
            She’s an angel of light
                 an angel of dark
                 you never know
              what you will spark.
                      You want to hurt her?
                         Please, go ahead and try
                           she’ll be the one to show you
                                  just how well she can
                                                              f
­                                                                l­
                                                                ­  y.
                                  Her soul innocent
                    her heart pure
      but never think for one minute
that she’s not secure.
                                Say what you will
                          please, do what you must
                       but your jealousy and hatred
                             won’t waver her trust!
~

My body is a drop
of matter in the great cascade
A little pyre that burns atop
the soil in an entropic haze

These hands were granted me
without my warrant or entreating
but by its whims, necessity
sets all our hearts to beating

See that's the thing with entropy,
you cannot force it in reverse
make use of your short time to be
we burn like tinder to the hearse

I sought to see the scattered seeds in the wake of my death.
From flesh to soil, stress to ease, as air no longer becomes breath.

Blood flows through rivers tangled, thoughts sink in oceans deep.
Heart beats as waves, tidal, tears become the skies that weep.

Bones to ashes, ashes to soil,
The vigor within, the roots that coil.
Blades of grass, towers of oak,
The whispers of wind, the words I spoke.

The nature of nature, dirt to dust,
Seasons change, but the earth is us.
The soul, the body. Life and Death.
True to time, Air becomes Breath.