I cast my heart to the wind,
Breath to fire,
Memories to the ocean
And body to the earth
For we are made of elements;
Crooked like valleys,
Standing tall as mountains,
Searching for safety in hidden caverns,
The shifting tides much like time,
Fluidly crashing,
In and out,
Weaving the passage,
Forward.
Out and in,
Like the wings of a raven,
In the eye of the storm,
We become the hurricane,
With destruction comes beauty,
Rebirth, reborn, anew,
Life finds power in the midst of death,
The cycle repeats,
From the end, we find the beginning.
A.L. 2018
