She Which Water Holds

Lush lands dance under the sun Descend the abyssal Wings that burst from the throat As the spine removes itself Cascading lightning from the ground Turning away from decay She turns everything back Return to birth Two fingers and ten hands / Sands pass through Through the cosmos they trail / Grains burn in the atmosphere Never to reach Distant lands stretch across horizons She touches them all Blissful and ceremonial Soft winds roll over the peak of her breast Embrace everything Wings that burst from the throat As the spine removes itself Cascading lightning from the ground Turning away from decay