Ayla Nereo - Wild Burn

Once you free your sight
once you be for life

We are…

When I dream, I dream in white, of
bells and birdcage, boat dock sun and the
cargo spice of what's to come
like the images come one after one

But this time, it was night
the moon it lilted brightways sharp and the
words to sleeping drifters dance as
though to fall from page alive…

When the
light fell down was a wild burn
like the night said, it could be learned
with the journey you took a chance
to forget when you start the dance…

Did the hairs on the neck of time
stand straight with me speaking their name
and the pride that can make us blind
does it simply fear being shamed
oh the branch, is it known by seed
how it comes to be… and
do the blooms know their righteous power
the beauty of being Seen

Oh the pride that can make us blind!
does it simply fear being shamed
and the tide in it's ever-pulling
would naught but by breathing be tamed
oh the thought is it known by speech
how it comes to be…
and do the colored blooms know their righteous power
the beauty of being Seen…

When I dream I dream in flight
the swells and stills of all that's come and the
setting forth our kindred sum
a point in a constellation

When the light fell down was a wild burn
your mission forming with every turn
to assemble and piece it whole
to remember this dance we woke

The beauty of being Seen…