Wild Burn - Ayla Nereo

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…