Ancient

There is no silhouette beside me

I stand alone

In a field of lavender I walk with bare feet in the earth

I see desperation in those around me

Longing for a shadow in the dark

They will accept a warped

Mirrored version

Of the one they need

Survival resides in companionship

One cannot survive on their own

I stand in my solitude

With my face to the sunlight

With the moon on my back

Where lily is my name and the oceans pull is my lullaby

I lay in the grass, the cool between my grasping toes

And my breath revived

The light yellow from my porch and silver from the night sky

I rant to the moon

I tell her of my journeys

The stories of my day

Trivial and meaningless

But full of the life she dreams of and the one I must embrace

I walk the desert in rags and without water

I face survival alone and I am stronger for it

I trust myself to carry on

Fire become flesh and eyes of mercy

I walk with an army beside me

And angels in my head

My masses rise when I am in isolation

Harm me

I will bleed

And my blood will form oceans to drown your ships

I will rack your fields and your crops will form forests

I am she who strides the earth alone

I have no silhouette beside me

I succeed in isolation and in company

I am a gunshot in a storm

The adaptable cannot succumb

I am the conscience of a forgotten war

I am eternal birth

Carry on my dear for we sing for you still

We sing