Marigolds and Sunlight

Your body is covered in the sweet scent of long lost ghosts
whose path once covered in marigolds, can now return you to the river of your birth.

You extend your hand to drink and are taken over by the abyss. Its swell and overwhelming power embraced you once before your days on earth.
Now your fiery eyes burn bright, leading you back to your wanderings.

That only I recognize your scent, is a gentle curiosity that I keep to myself in times of lonely revolt.

You are a man worthy of marigolds, a man worthy of the sun's beams
whose smile brightens the shores like a thousand reflections.
Your fingers barely touch me in light dreams and I find you sparkling amongst the ashed rubble.

There will be many days like this, when we will travel together like ancient creatures, sharing ancient lives and slowly unfolding into ancient times.

Recognize me only by my watery womb and drowned eyes
and I will lay your way home amongst the marigolds and sunlight.