Sub Terrananean

Her name is Lucy, I knew her as a child
Longing to move the rock in the back yard
From its home to the center of the living room

Where it would be a place to sit
When the game shows were on
Cool and smooth, covered in a wool blanket

Shadows of the past
Creep over the resilience persistent to incredible odds
Nurturing distant memories, simplification of form

Under the earth the spirits breathe
Sowing the land into delicate matricies
From which our passion plays interlace, gel and form

Beneath the surface holds our memories
Rooting down through infinite channels
Searching for those spirits which give our lives meaning........

So where is Lucy now, you might wonder
Searching through the strata, looking for meaning
Hoping to for understanding and peace.