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