Salt
Crystalizing the moments
Rocks
Seemingly destruct
Grinding
The comforts of the body
Manifest
The building blocks
Of the will
Milk
Filling the glass
White
Seemingly untouched
Nectar
For the Gods
Blanketing
The truths
Of the heart
Breath
Moving the clouds
Forces
Seemingly invisible
Life
Without form for the eyes
Pulsing
The seasons
Of the mind
Fire
Burning the pages
Alive
Seemingly ablaze
Cleansing
In the eyes of the Gods
Purging
The poisons
Of the soul
Ether
Holding the beauty
Empty
Seemingly nonexistent
Whispered
Into everything
Becoming
The purpose
Of the spirit
When I touch salt, I feel my bones ache...
And when I taste milk, I understand the sacrifice
When I hear breath, I know that I'm alive
But when I see fire, I know what it means to fight
And when I smell ether, I'm reminded of my other side
ⓒ 2012 Shawn Michael Quinn
