i.

crawling
you slip
from my hand
from my life
like water
forming
mutating
morphing
into another
shape
permeating
in another
space
that i
don't recognize
as mine.

     ii.

Once the sky
was blue,
clear, goal oriented
dignified and determined
forming clouds, hopes, dreams
as it's supposed to be.
But that was once.
Now the sky
is red,
angry, threatening
cracked and confused
seeking, wanting
to destroy the earth:
but instead it rained
acidic tears,
and the Guilty One
built a covenant
of kisses,
as a reminder
of past love and promises.

      iii.

I enter that hollow temple:
a glutton for pain and punishment,
worshipping the ground
with my bare hands and soul.
With futility,
I empty out prayers
that the wind cannot carry to God.

     iv.

Once this land was mine:
I called it home.
Now, in it's stead,
a desert,
arid, walked-on,
unvisited, forgotten.

     v.

The deed is passed, has passed
to another pair of hands
not mine. Another pair
to toil, retoil,
waste, rewaste
on its own.

     vi.

In time,
this journey to find
what's mine will end
soon, soon, soon
and the sky,
now still green,
will again become
blue,
clear of doubts, naive
refreshed, renewed, rejuvenated,
as it is meant to be.
And I will revisit
my innocence and soul
and reflag this place
I once called home.