sail on

on,
on we slowly move,
on and over,
across the ground

on,
we climb to higher ground
across the land,
past the fallen ones

now we lift and sail on,
above the ground,
past the fallen,
past the gone

on,
on we sail
to recompense

on,
on we move beyond the kill,
beyond the fill of remorse
buried beneath the powdered grind of human bones,
recompense for crimes committed
in the dark
when weak, the foolish night,
wound eternal turns of past mistakes
turned by the hand of wild minds,
drunken down by madness,
by plunder and the pride
over the naked earth
beyond

far above,
beyond the felons dressed in cloaks of priests,
deceived the babes,
the fallen ones

on,
on we sail,
on we rise

on,
past the fallen carrion
of human flesh
past the wastelands of past mistakes

the sound of flute
plays over fields
of the fallen ones,
beneath the earth they lay,
unseen to the naked eye,
buried in the waste,
broken down dissolved and purged
beneath the roots of prairie grass,
rocks and tainted tired ground,
far above rusted blood

sail on,
on the flute plays,
on and on,
over the fallen ones
turned to dust
under the prairie grass,
rocks and tainted bloody,
tired covered earth

on,
sail on,
sail over,
sail on,
then rest with me

sail over the killing fields of the fallen ones,
let not your feet touch the ground

on and on,
over the golden and violet wild flowers
waving in the chill breeze
over the highest mountains

catch the clouds,
lift your voice with me,
sail with me,
go over with me to the other side

on,
as the flute plays its melody,
sail over to the other side
and rest
and weep with me