Absolution

A phantom seeps howls cracks these limestone walls til fragments tremble and the old cistern bows, finally. Born of dust and parched labor, drought taunts edgy mouths dancing chants nightly and spirits awaken, finally. A trickle of liquid extends over lessons marked by seeds caressed in earth and blossoms, finally. Blessings charm bellies now growing in hasty renewal from shining streams splashing and a phantom wanes, finally. Until arriving restless moons once again form nimble boughs grasping towards the sacred wheel of life, but they forgive the cycles, finally.