Water Bones

Wicker sticks and willow reed

Water bones for what I weave

Baskets that once carried me

Or gather for my family

We won't wander far to eat 

Nor for purpose, pride, or peace

Like the firmament does keep

Fish from stars and deer from sea

'Til return to Mystery -

All we need is what we see

(Dis)belief

An empty seat across from me

A seeker there etherically
I only know, but never see

The fruits of physicality

It's making me batshit crazy

So say I disappear and be -

A fairy, fragrance, frequency

The zen within a wind and tree

I have no wants or unmet needs

My time's not set in days and weeks
And ask me what I miss the least?
Your mortal doubts and disbelief

Bedtime Tea

I'm wearing wind and sky lilies 

My lingerie, my pajamies
For when the sun sets in the sea 
It turns into my bedtime tea

On drifting wood with coral reef

I rock across this scarlet sweet

The chamomile and milk is me

We taste like orange and cranberry

Don't worry, when I fall asleep

I'm hiding gills behind my wings 

Chris Crossed

I am the sound, the sun, a road 
The one less traveled by - uknown
I am a song, a psalm, a poem
The ones I played, and sang, and spoke
I am the sea, a wave, her boat
I'm sand and ceremonial smoke
I'm solid like my love, a stone
I'm happy here, I'm finally home
There is one thing that isn't, though:
I'm not what's hanging from their rope
I did not sign a suicide note
Nope
XO

Damned

Dug a hole in the earth with my hands

And I screamed until I couldn't stand

In unrest, slept with Death

Am I damned?

You can hear, hold your ear 

To the land