You have left petals on old stones

and memories that chase


the rhythms of my blood

and activate my bones


and through my gathering shadow

guide me.


Are you re-born in me

or have I eaten you,


perforce, that I take your scent

with me through my days


and words I know are yours

to chant and call them


along lost ways

against locked doors ?


Rogan Wolf
April 2014

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