Pilmigrages to ourselves

Pilmigrages to ourselves

From earth to leaf to branch
Going in its coming
It forms its curves on edge of time
And ghostly shadows in the air
That shed their lives anew
 
Like leaves in fall
We watch their dance
in the place of our beginnings
through which
The days are woven into
We build the place we dream
Pilmigrages to ourselves
Where water springs come again  
Through the deep crevices of our lives
we might reach towards lifes callings