In my blood

I listen to the stories in my blood

They speak in symbols and waves

The speak from beyond their ice cold graves

I hear them chanting as my pulse races

"Fast rises the sun and slow goes the moon.

Take care of your heart and never let go too soon."

I hear the pain with the words they chose

I smell the rains of all their tears

When the night comes they sing the loudest

"Don't let your eyes blind you.

You see what isn't there."

I feel the tremors which shook them down

I sense the terror which haunts them now

I am mixed and mingled, blood curled, from water to rock

Hold tight to such stories for they never rot