Grief In Exile

On a hallowed wind
The song of a missing twin
I could have sworn that he’d be dead (laid to rest)
In a sweet grass and cedar bed (dressed in his best)
A child of God an ancient seed smile (all the while)
A Grief in exile
A Grief in exile

Grief in exile
Hold on tight and like a child
You won’t miss a beat you’ll just skip stones
A lioness and a coward
My power prowess and prayer
My truth feeding in the lair
Bloody paws mane of flowers
Our powers out magic theirs
Our truth feeding in the lair

So gather the necessities
For a ceremony, Oh life!
Only take what you need
And learn to give thanks for your time
Abalone shells sage and cedar
Tend to the coals that feed
Imaginations of ether
Beat with the arteries
That burn with a humble fever
Tend to the ones in need
Of an honorable griever
Bend with the corn and weed out
The creeping deceiver

All the while
Grief in exile
Hold on tight and like a child
You won’t miss a beat you’ll just skip stones
A lioness and a coward
My power prowess and prayer
My truth feeding in the lair
Bloody paws mane of flowers
Our powers out magic theirs
Our truth feeding in the lair

So gather the necessities
For a ceremony, Oh life!
Only take what you need
And learn to give thanks for your time
Abalone shells sage and cedar
Tend to the coals that feed
Imaginations of ether
Beat with the arteries
That burn with a humble fever
Tend to the ones in need
Of an honorable griever
Bend with the corn and weed out
The creeping deceiver