The blood

The charge

The life that leads

On and on.

The spirit

The kisses.

Words that speak

unfamiliar.

The heavenly body

That is so very drenched

In the waters

And the blood

That flows on and on.

The tender petals

The flesh of the lands

And the foot that walks upon it.

The new

And the old

nascence and antiquity,

shaking like leaves on trees.

The work unfinished

The empty coffee cup