Communion I write from a sacred space held together by ancestors.. tethered in arms and elbows around a blazing pyre of flames that flickers with shadows and figurines.. dancing and singing in tongues long forgotten to be spoken.. So hear the burst of timbers crackle As songs are sung hum through lips painted rouge with eyes the shades of earth.. We laughed and cried.. cried and laughed as the night passes itself along into the arms of light.. We laughed and cried.. Mourned and celebrated Life and death as if each breath held meaning.. Onelove,Kosal Khiev #insolidarty #communion #breathe #poemoftheday #foryougrandmaandallthosenothere #inmemoryof #thosewhowish2followme #iwelcomewithmyhands
Posted on: Thu, 25 Sep 2014 05:10:51 +0000