Karama

The eagles have returned
In a place where only skies remain open.

Surrounded, on your knees
You plead the heavens
And as the last drop falls
In this cradle filled with dust
Something of you awaits.

You rise
When the only choice left is to be free
Waiting, circling, 
The fragile beauty behind the great fortress.

Your eyes, like swords, plunges upon me
Cutting me open
An open heart surgery
For this earth to turn black
And forever fertile.

A human offering to the natural laws
Restoring abundance
Letting walls disappear
Between life and me.

The morning mist
Reveals your secret garden
Karama