They were alive
Beaten down, scarred
But with gaping wide hearts
That could swallow the stars
And roll such love
Through memory.
They all passed
Nothing remained
And my innocence
At last departed
Free but didn't know it
Crying in the Creten sun.
These old tears
Have nourished the sky
Filled the morning.
There would wander the lost
If they could only see
Or laugh in the dark.