When she was entrapped within our eye,
Upon the mountain where eagles fly,
These were the gifts that we bestowed.
How could she forgive?
Resilience in the face.
What forgiveness could she take?
When we tattooed her breast,
Bulldozed what was left.
What Sunless night,
And Moonless day.
When does our sorry hold no meaning?
When her soul lay beaten,
Under which rocks hold the answer,
Of what I or we could ever offer.
These trinkets are all that I carry,
Could these be enough?
To offer ears to her chest,
To hear her cold breath.
To offer eyes to her trees,
To ensure the fire is not wild,
But calm and free.
To give back what I took.
When her sun tingles upon me,
When her leaves sing down to me,
Her oceans call me,
I will take eucharist with her.
Not in the dark,
Where she cannot reach.
And Old man's beard,
I will help heal her.
In hopes that she will heal me.