BLUE WOMAN

Blue Woman
Paints the caves
Blue Woman
Holds the knifes
Blue Woman Fiery eyes
She tends for birth and those who die
Blue Woman knows the signs
Blue Woman weaves the signs
No straight lines
Infinite lines
Blue Woman
Never dies
Bare breasts
In Winter skies

She’s the fading ground of seasons
And the Earth beneath the floor
My bones
Tender ashes
Shall rest
In your cave nest
Once as before

The grave of the beauty
The stone of the wise
We are all crafted
To be one of a kind

Empty wide open to hold
Nothing to loose
You are who you are
Not just the fate you choose

Image: Sara Baga