Of Turquoise and Copper

Dust and crystal and remnants of copper

wind on the fire and ash in the air

hazes of memory dancing with out life

sparks of recollection burning the ground

Turquoise and footprints met in the sand

lightening on the path dancing with loss

weaving an arc through petrified glass

Fingers lightly graze it like soldered thoughts

Drums in the woods and in the distance

feathers cutting the spirits in their flight

hooves sprinting through trees and untainted air

the embrace and respect of the living and dead

Call them out with your chilling voice

through space like light searing a shadow

hold a torch to the blood and calming touch

an endless mournful wailing with reckoning power