Countless Skies

Countless times below me

Rivers rose and fell

Ageless stones eroding out

Across the endless swell

Songs to pave the seasons

Wounds to follow birth

Cries to carry through the night

Wombs to feed the earth

Countless skies above me

Each unlike the next

Lines of more than moon and sun

Glimpses of a text

Countless hands have sought me

Reaching out in vain

Permanence observes without

Compassion or disdain

Flames to greet the harvest

Storms to face in awe

Winds to weave through every wood

Walls to dull the road

Purpose lost to frailty

Craning blades of grass

Strength and weakness on and on

All that is will pass

Countless hands have sought me

Reaching out in vain

Permanence observes without

Compassion or disdain

Flames to greet the harvest

Storms to face in awe

Winds to weave through every wood

Walls to dull the road

Countless waves around me

Strong until the last

Leaning into dimming dreams

All that was has passed