Ash

Smoky rain in the landscape of love

Confusion plucking the feathers of a lonely dove 

Clashing of the Ash filtering into layers of the horizon above 

Feeling the fated fight for the will to let go 

The brutality of pruning barren limbs to produce and grow

Stomping death under feet in a shallow tomb below 

Rebuild this fragile frame with soft mitt hands 

Wrap me up in the chamber of only heavenly lands 

Place me atop the starry map of  perfect plans 

Straighten these shaky legs and correct the eyes of fools 

Taking failure down to drown in the river bin to healing pools 

Release the relentless ties of  condemning rules 

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