Ghostie's Lullaby

I saw the blossom sprout from the heart of the wood.

Without word, without thought.

I saw the blossom sprout from the heart of the wood

and I knew it was right and I knew it was good.

I  saw the crows feast on the eggs from the nest.

Without fingers, without hands.

I saw the crows feast on the eggs from the nest

and I knew it was certain and I knew it was best.

I saw the water sparkle on the edge of the tide.

Without footprints, without want.

I saw the water sparkle on the edge of the tide

and I knew it was true and I knew it was fine.

I saw the earth sowed with the seed made of bones

Without memory, without breath.

I saw the earth sowed with the seed made of bones

and I knew it was final and I knew I was home.