Adieu

This stillness is like air when I'm drowning in doubt
Finally I inhale and feel capable again.
Forgetting to remember is an exercise in,
How long I can hold my breath before I believe I'm a fish.

Every word is inadequate when you've got nothing to say
About anything that's tangible before it passes away.
Like what chords to play on my funeral march,
The procession of the equinox...

Elders as they come to fade,
Memories brimmed with grief & praise.
It flows out through the holes of the stories we told
& what's left it collects in the cracks and the folds.

So this stillness is air when I'm drowning.
Gently tilling the fair ground around me.
And when I remember to water & feed,
I give thanks for the meal and then harvest the seeds.

But In the end I'm to leave... traceless.
Though the tools I collect are not wasted,
For they carry me through, to another ground zero
repeating, and fleeting, again.

So in letting you lie, letting the desert be dry
Leaving the blue in the sky, letting the tears cry.
In allowing to be what it is that exists,
I grieve what is lost and praise what is missed.

This stillness is like air when I'm drowning in doubt
Finally I inhale and feel capable again
Forgetting to remember is an exercise in,
How long I can hold my breath before I believe I'm a fish.