Analysis of Ivory scrimshaw

Ivory scrimshaw
Carved in delicate lines
dissolving music of silent wounds
to mystic chords of memory

Through the valley of our lives
the clock stands silent on the wall
arousing breath of the soul

The roots and leaves that quiver on the vine
transcend the mysteries abound
communicate compositions of symphonies
of the world within

The crumbling dust beneath the desert winds
echo sounds expanded in silence of our lives
cold marbled eyes translucent
gaze inward to the principle of our being
from which we struggle the paths
 Of many lives