Poem with a flow
We are tenants
We are passing by
Sacred waves and sacred rays
Flow of singing voices
That space can hold
Sing for the living
And sing for the dead
Sing with the chirping root
and the godly birds
Sing with all your lungs
Sing into the ground
until your wave reaches the stars
Sacred waves and sacred rays
We are tenants
We are passing by
Eléonore Biezunski
Brooklyn, July 21, 2021
(edited Aug 26, 2021)
