Ancestors
The essence of past personas linger, to wind
around and shape the beating, breaking hearts
of new beings, freshly and nakedly born
Carrying the same soul’s core, with different eyes
Holding the same desires, offering strength
in comforting, assuring constancy
Earth inhales a life, exhales a copy. Constant
interweaving of like-fingers. Whispers like wind
through the changing of time, making strong
the precious offspring of hearts
once vital. Similar features eyeing
the same prize of the former-born
The branches of the ancestral tree bear
leaves that call in unison, consistently
pulsating the same song. The Eye
bears witness to its children winded,
turned erratic by external forces, and heartens
them to listen to the music of shared strength
The same known truths lie beneath the strong
newly-formed bones, turning doubt still-born,
but acknowledging thoughts too heart-wrenching
to be felt alone. Instead in constant,
nodding agreement, carried with the wind
from the spirit of a crone to an infant’s eyes
The Ancestors! They are hidden in earthly eyes
They are piercing the growing, strengthened
flesh to bestow their mannerisms. Winding
and weaving a shared blanket to birth
new entities onto. Constantly
seeping through time, dimensions, and hearts
to touch the mind of the one so like them. Heart-felt
caresses from those hands held, secrets from the eyes
in a fading photograph. A melody of constant,
rhythmic rhyme, undying time, a strengthening
reverence for the mystery of re-birth,
as pieces of the others arise from new skin. Winding
though the vast ages, similar eyes
appear, that bear with them the strength
of a legacy, shared in loving constancy
© 2016 Marié Patricia Nicolina Murray