the statues of a lifetime are of sand
foundations slowly sinking in a treacherous marshland
eyes deep in the belching muck
out of breath and out of luck
she reaches out for help to feel it falling through her hand

the fluid zephyr tendrils are of swiftness and of stone
steadfast, flowers song and morning sun of yesterknown
the mother smiled is smiling still
eyes of flame illumine will
she reaches out for deep within ~
she finds her fight her feet she finds that she can stand alone