She’s not the one you know 

The one from long ago 

Those ancient structures gone 

The timing was all wrong 

Arrows missed their mark 

Mixed with heavy spark 

Gone is all despair 

Lost in opaque air 

No need to remember, she feels the spin go round

Searching lower lands 

Among forgotten hands 

She’s an island now 

That’s all she will allow 

She lives above the dust 

Beyond the fragile crust 

Painting in new hues 

She’s not the one you knew 

No need to recall, she feels new shapes abound 

She’s not the one you know 

Her thoughts like seeds have grown 

Scraping clouds and sky 

We know the reasons why 

The ground beneath is rough 

Scorched by heavy touch 

She shapes old clay that’s cold 

It’s herself that she will mold 

No need to go back, she feels what she has found 

The past crumbles in hand 

We wouldn’t make a stand 

Her leaves are piled high 

Their time to quit the sky 

The wind, no place to go 

The world’s round, don’t you know? 

As clouds scurry around 

Drops of rain won’t be found 

No need to think, she feels the very ground 

We could move ourselves up north 

Dig up bones without remorse 

And the moistness of her skin 

Is etched in memories thin 

Her mood was filled with smoke 

Flames wrapped in her cloak 

And her world is rusted sea 

Don’t worry, now she’s free