The light dances upon the water,
tiny imprints undulate my soul.
The echoes of ghost cascade upon the lands,
tenderly weaving each whisper tale.
The vibration of spirits come before,
dust my flesh,
my breath escapes,
death lives on,
listen to the land that weeps.
Too many tears,
I behold the droves of souls,
within the throes of the river styx.
Wandering beyond the depths of my soul...
Photo: The Narrows at Zion National Park
Taken by: Deerheart