Mara's Song

Caught in a rip tide

of currents

shifting

let go,

   he warns.

 Stone prayers drift

   if etched

       in silence,

Don’t resist

for she will

   pull you under.

Let her current

take you

out,

away

within

 to where the river burns

orange with ashes,

slowly dissolving,

his words

            softly

rising

  on a

  mourning

               prayer

not yet spoken,

not yet whole.

Half believed,

half forgotten.

Look to her eyes,

he whispers.

Can you see their slow

  unfolding

not watching,

just

knowing.

                     As the salt taste

on the sea air,

    softly he begins to chant

her name

         his words

melt into

         the pale light,

as it shifts

beneath the waves

and the current

finally

releases

can you hear her now?

She sings

  not of what was,

 nor of what will be,

but of what

              lingers

in the space

between