Spirit Melody
Haven Intermediate, 2015
There was someone else here before me. I can sense their lingering aura and how they used to have convictions and dreams, not unlike mine. A vision that bypasses the limits of continuity rushes through my head. I can see what they saw on their travels. I can see the trauma that they endured and the wars they fought in. I can feel the love they once felt, the joy that beset them, I can feel betrayal and sorrow. I can hear their spirit melody. I am witness to a broken cycle of death and rebirth.
I see a lone spirit walking
Its heart is buried neath the soil
Memories of life, of love and hate
The crossing paths of fear and fate
What has been spoken, heard and felt
Is but a whisper through the leaves
Soon to become a fiery scream
That no one else can hear
Silence envelops all around
The flames of agony have died
The burnt ash gives birth to life
Soothing the wandering fragments
The spirit rises once again
Walking the road that never ends
To find its heart inside the void
And carry on, to live again
— Winter, early 2011