The Heath

By TAZ

There are no wyrds nor slightest of feelings that have passed through these empty walls unchecked
 
The cauldrons inside  keep stirring and spinning
 
 
and outflows match the inflows
 
Evenly across the Evening,
 
 the Glow from the Veiled Moons Facade shines the sweat on my skin...
 
 
 
I hear the nights song...not distant in any manner
 
I see the glow of life in the earth.. strong enough to share the flow within and without
 
Even in the inky darkness there is movement and forms
 
none seem hard at my heels..
 
Yet I am waiting..
 
I am waiting...
 
 for what...
 
For a change from who I am ?
 
who I will be?
 
who I always was?
 
The seeds have outgrown the needs of what is longed for ,
 
inner chambers have cracked open with new life the walls that once sheltered
 
more mouths to feed.
 
More needs to free..
 
 
does it really mean that much to me
 
to be who I am
 
who I was
 
and who I will be
 
Does it really?