Ancient Deity
A zephyr whispers gently,
implying subtle tremors in the canyon.
Servants of the valley sun dance opposite
swaying circles of fire.
Silk, blankets the mountain inhabitants
who dwell within the misty haze of the
highland.
For centuries, tears have streamed into an
ancient lake.
Innate star children baptize here.
Cleansed and purified, awaiting the presence of aged, pious seedlings
planted in strange gardens.
Visitors-
traveling beyond the distant night.
There is no distinct marking of their birth.
Described as illusion,
They were never truly born.