Finding a Fifth
Each step I take
draws to the abyss,
as I get closer
I hang back from the lip
Finding a squat
I kneel on the ground,
closing my eyes
to feel in the sound
A whistle of wind
draws me in first,
my soul does fill
till it could burst
Hearing the trickle
of water nearby,
quenching my thirst
in minds eye
And just as I thought
that was all,
a rustle of grass
could just be heard
Earth mother woken
in silent plea’s,
to rush and bend
and play for me
My face is warm
by the grace of fire,
stoking my faith
to rebuild desire
My elements all
did gather with glee,
but the final one
still escapes from me
The last of elements
thought to be known,
the fifth and final
lies far from our home
Far out in space
it floats to find,
a place that lives
within our minds
I turn and walk
from the abyss,
the finding of a fifth
is something I cant miss
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