You can throw me down beneath my homeland
The earth beckoning my bony flesh
Glorified and holy as the stable creche
There I will deny your victory fresh
As I bloom again within my familial heartland
You thought me shallow, but I am buried deep
within the tributaries of river roots overflow
deep enough to honor the woman of indigo
I raise my fertile froth as surging archipelago
As I rise in my power, return to your garden to weep.
It was the moment she burst with the joy of life
Like an orchid blushing rich skinned into petals.
That laugh of hers echoed the room
As if a church organ had piped in Metallica,
Full of power and reverence.
If the delight in her eyes diminished,
So would the clouds bash the sun into submission,
Obscuring the light at her request, but the delight remained. ‘
She kept living.