Ceremonial

Looking for myself Water dripping from eyes of frescoes Flickering alive - spirits of the dead I'm accompanied by echoes of my steps I'm not alone... Sun rays break rainbows through windows Rootless bouquets of flowers displayed by hearts in mourning Silence makes one's heart heard I approach her with fear of the unknown So fragile before - so monumental now I sink in mud as hungry children ask for a quarter I give them candy as to remember of their childhood ...they don't have a mother... I did...