Grace of a Mirumoto + grace

Dance of the twin sisters

the morning wind speaks
twin blades drawn in unison
mourning prayer lit




Grace.

In the unhindering ease of a silent candle
A younger voice speaks
Flickering within another flame
the apple of colours in flux

Traces of outer walls in the standing spire of sand castles
Into the night, Unto the dark,jagged songs run away
Not lingering for the smells of the night
Jasmine too, should be given a chance.

And as dawn breaks
the candle is blown.
Purist, lob the clothes into the machine
the drum turns and the grime is gone.


Grace.