Bone

Cut to the bone,

Emotion, hard,

Led to cold and dim

A place in space

Withered, but

Alive and somewhat

Somewhere, a

Why and when

This all unfurls there's

Blossoms, vigour, life

A'bloom, wonder

Creeping, wonder

Crawling.

There's a tide of

Feeling falling rising

Calling. Within.

In the glim, the

Sky rimmed din,

The screech

Of birds

Above.