Resurrection

 

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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