for Adele

 
this warm fire spits through teeth
as the old black guard ex hails
allowing heat to reach out to us
enveloping our path,through grief,

and as we rest on the stained wooden floor
a wind so fresh rushes
pressing down the mossy roof
banging as to burst through the rain soaked door,

I imagine you hear with me at this time
wishing our pasts had not been suffering
but ones filled with peace
with love and with limitless serenity divine,

yet this depth in which we know each other
could only live within this place
protected by our strength from knowing
such pain and war and our souls true mother,

Demeter holding earth and all
giving life to us together
we hold one thing for certain true
don't break down, break through forever
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