Donor

Home the casting of my soul
Now rested from the tests
Heartsongs sound in deepest blue
And beats within new breasts

Airless currents set to drift
What was once of me away
Yet prayers of chance inflation
Gather wind for youthful play

What waters cannot harbor now

Their poisons cant contest
What could not bare the burden
Now run clear with all the rest

Vision far exceeds the need
From where I see beyond
Mine now next to wonder
What true darkness would abscond

Heart went to a fisherman
Lungs to one who flies
Kidneys a young mother
Grandson my new eyes

Not the tool for much in life
No creators hand was mine
Please accept this gift I ask
For I am done and will be fine

-Hermit King-