I am standing in the midst
of mist and swirling grey streaked lengthy
with soft silver songs sung sighing
lost so long ago and dying
as the stone piled up on stone
oh so regal, stark and solid
now gives way to winds a crying
over years and years and years
and the rains fall washing all
in the bittersweet wet fountains
of the coming Bright Steep Mountains
falling from Aurora Rainbow
Skies, landing on earth in ruins
ruins, yes, in rain and ruins
I stand lonely and alone
and musky light smudges my cheeks
so wet and blood deserts my body
and runs to the earth between
my toes and there upon the soil
it does lay herself to die
alone
abandoned
and deserted
The imagery is beautiful.
Thank you so very kindly. It’s the ruins of an old cloister