Here, unseen
My words fade into air,
Falling with autumn leaves –
Birds peck at their edges –
People walk over my words
Careless of what could be
Under their feet –
Nobody, not even I,
Speak the fallen words
Aloud, strangely the woods
Echo their meaning
Almost by love –
My words fall into rivers,
Where water-spirits sleep
Upon them, where small fish
Try to eat them –
My words swim with the ripple
Of cool streams –
Yellow irises protect them,
Unseen, here
My words mark their destiny –
Shänne Sands
from the selection – Night Song published by FootSteps Press
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