if not for dying,
for seed’s song undone and gone
if not for shining
if not for flooding
pounding me into darkness
birthing colors new
if not for the loss
our song unsung would be all
lost, encased refuse
but life breaking me
open, spilling all my knowing
into ground spreading
lil tendril roots’ reach
as all I knew died to be
all these songs released
J. Ruth Kelly 
Wow, the cadence and pattern of words carried me through. Intoxicating and driving at the same time. The balance of delicateness and abstractness here made for a very intriguing, but free-flowing, mental journey. Kudos.
Keep inspired and write on. 🙂
Thank you 🙂 Some days are better than others!
Very true. 🙂