Forest Fire
In the grey
of all this noise
In my head
about it all
Beating heart
in this storm
I look to you
My love
Where does the essence live
Where does the joy dance inside
Where amidst this forest fire
Do we rise
In the grey
of all this noise
I surrender
with grace
I know there is more to come
So for now
Rest
Dance when you can
Laugh where there is light
The grief is a long lonely ride
Losing is not lost
But resurrection
Losing is not lost
But found
I know it’s not clear right now
In the grey
of all this noise
Stand with light
the spoken word
I conceive these pieces with the beat of my heart,
then birth them with the fire of my voice.
i am ayla
born in the east, raised in the west
daughter of two academics, both artists
masters in human rights, committed to social justice
love affair with travel, art, and food
speaks four languages, laughs in all