Existent No More

My lucid green waves

My lamenting seabirds

My salt on your tongue

My sand in your eyes

My star-branded body

My withering fog-breath

My wind in your hair

You long for the shore

My yearning is two hundred miles long

But my need is ever-strong

We are the threads weaving the skeletal woods

And broken mountains

Abandon your scrapers of sky

Cities are thieves of the soul

Rebels that burn with blue fire, listen

Cascadia calls

We are many

We are one

We are melodies

We are song

We wept like brothers, fought as sisters

Broke like ice and died like glaciers

We yearned like forests starved by summer

We wept like sisters and fought as brothers

Return to me, my beautiful-one

My waters and my lover

My salt on your tongue

My waves in your hair

My wind and my sand

Return to me soon, so we can be one

My yearning is two hundred miles long

But my need is ever-strong

We are the threads weaving the skeletal woods

And broken mountains

I wish the mountain-crawling mist

To be your silver breath

This place is not you, my love

But I may never come home

Your grit beneath every stone

River and sky your cerulean skin

For you are my love, my love

But at battle's end this land will be my home

My yearning is two hundred miles long

But my need is ever-strong

We are the threads weaving the skeletal woods

And broken mountains

The threadbare fens

And ragged meadows

Long live cascadia

Long live this fight