Mother's Tongue

I speak with my Mother's Tongue.

I speak with the richness of my soul and the essence of earth.

I look to the north for the sun to fail while the rooster dies a slow death.

I speak with the Moon's Tears.

I speak with the fluidity of heavenly things which birth in my mouth.

I look to the west for the sky to wither while the coyote lingers on the edge of this world.

I speak with Eternity's Tongue.

I speak with the ebony echo which surrounds your head and while the voices ring from the undead.

I look to the south for the sea to evaporate while the spider becomes tangled in its own web.

I speak without a tongue.

I speak with silence.

I look to the east for nothing while the dreams fade and I disappear.