Steel and Wood and Magic

Steel and wood and magic
The sound of my hands, my soul
Letting go while my grip tightens
Carving order out of chaos
Released to float on the wind
 
Speak to the rock and fire
Who have seen all things
Return with a soul made heavy
Laden with the burden of knowing
The breath of faraway dreams
 
Standing tall before the masses
Seething with unchecked fury
Footsteps of iron beating across
A tightrope of glass threads
Always return to the deepest roots
 
Scars from the come and gone
Make the way forward gentler
Digging beneath the walls against
To steal what will not be given
Beauty is the only truth

Photo byVishnu R Nair

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