Around fire the Wa arised
syllables afloat, stories alive
Above fire the Wa aligned
steps abeam, songs alight
Amidst fire the Wa awaked
sparkling out, sprouting in
Cease me not

Behold the way, bet a say
Brick a home slumbered
whither for return in gusto
Blaze a tune of unity
weather harsh with vitality
Beam through ashes blew
Wa fire fueled the way found
Wither thee not

It knocks me out.

In tap, on tread,
mud you black
The mount knows our track.
In weft of brunet dye
flows the lapse defied
dancing a dance not our own
for a waft of strangers.
Memories ruffled in rusty voice,
melodies frozen off the echoes.

A small hand in a big one, the way home.
There grows crops, plants, and lives
picking, watering, handing, crunching,
In gentleness built upon nothing less than
the radiant afternoon sun creeping down the alley,
a melancholy tune, a melancholic loss
and a terrible greatness.

Hedged eyes I descry
your silence lingering on