Saline Grace Blacksmith's Fire
When a dawn searches
Its young morning light
And healthy eyes escape
From being blind
When oceans scream for a water drop's beat
And an organism blazes by a frozen flame's heat
When all horizons burn, struggling for breath
And stubborn lungs brave stagnation and death
I will see my countenance
Tightly closed countenance
This vigorous language of silence
When a tree searches
Essential roots and soil
And weak hearts make
Substantial blood boil
When oceans scream for a water drop's beat
And an organism blazes by a frozen flame's heat
When all horizons burn, struggling for breath
And stubborn lungs brave stagnation and death
I will see my countenance
Tightly closed countenance
This vigorous language of silence
Suddenly your hands ruffle through my hair
We look into each other's eyes and share
Strength like smithery from blacksmith's fire
Far from all appraisement within our human mire
We know farewell
We know farewell
That terrible meal of our conscious mind
We know farewell
We know farewell
Someday forever