Song of Reformation Poem

(circa. 2020)

Lay me down' n this river

I'll be as strong as the sea

And as swift as a stream

It carries me through this devastation

Soft shot from a quiver

Rocking the deepest dream

The tendrils lick my feet

The lungs full to their brim

Morphing skin to peels

And orange air to heat

Satin petals fall & spin into clays

They carry me along these waves

Blurry roars of congregation

Handling a sound

Trickling songs of formation

Start me over

Roll me over

Where I grieve

Turning soil into seeds

Plant me in the veins

That creep up the leaves

It's them my fingers trace

Waxing and Waning

Shifting tides bring cool sensations

Casting a silent rift in a shimmering pool

I blame the reformations

Large waves can feel cruel

Throw the loyal

Once Royal

Color of the clouds away

I'll harvest the best parts of me

Covering tenderly in a shroud

A form that Stays

Whispers of stardust cover a nation

The softest tough

A light formation

Pointing internally

Breath that frees

Between these mounds

That gleam

Scouting crowds of three

Wave a song of recollection

Solemnly

Thrums of vibration

The source is me

I'll make careful calculations

With materials of alchemy

Gears of fear

I'll turn to Gold

Painted Valiantly

My crafted creation

This Song of Reformation