by Avery Markle
The world once tossed your native soul
to valleys of love where all is born.
And in these hills the trees did sing,
the rivers brought forth the rhythm of wind.
Your vagrant mind and wisdom old
uplift the fires in your native soul.
Your eyes reflect those of your mother;
honey glazed, and sweet like velvet summer.
Your lips do dance much like your father’s;
they speak of lives as vast as water.
Lift your eyes and sing to stars,
dance with shadows lost to war.
For war is kept the devil’s deed,
and you have lost all enemies.
Remember this, you native soul:
your years will rise, you will get old.
The magic of the world will grow,
with every passing day you’ll know.
You came from stardust, and you came from dirt,
you are all that’s left of earth.
Avery Markle
My name is Avery, and I’m a writer, singer, dreamer, musician, and nature lover. Thanks to my incredibly supportive dad, I have been reading since I was two years old, and began writing at three. Art has always been constant in my life, so much so that I have written countless short stories, poems, songs, and even an unreleased novel! One of the most important things in my life currently is my band Lady Anemoia. I am the singer and primary songwriter in the group, and through this journey I have learned to love being able to express my stories and feelings while onstage. When I’m not writing or strumming on my guitar, you can find me in any antique store, nature trail, library, or even historical cemetery, dreaming of so many different lives I have never known.
