beyond the fade

in the muddy waters
is a sense of clarity
waterlilies pure
a miracle has left footprints
anyone can follow
lead to the meeting
of rivers
the gathering eternal
even when dreams fade
something remains
held safe and warm
eternally ...
whispers this spring
warm and cold
the dew of heaven and hell
in a cup cut of yew
reversed and not
and it doesn´t matter
nothing is
in the embrace of all
peacefully rest
storms fierce and kind
... a scent lingering
in a wind once passed
footprints on the waters