We thought we were waiting
But we were dying
Embers burning
Then dampening to cold echoes
Flaking away in shards
The path that led us here
Has worn away untraceable
dissolved into the tears
Even with grief cycling back
The Earth has taken it home
The roots, the bark, the soil, the mud
The trees that have seen so much
Surrender to it all
The words we used
Are washed of meaning
And hopes have died
Of ever returning
The cover has peeled off
And laid bare the sadness
That it was all
imagined
by our darkness
Now we can see
We can fold gently into the kneaded dough
And the Earth can make mountains and rivers
We can sail on her leaves and her questions
It is her show