My Last Matriarch

She sat there silently,
Oblivious to the world around
Her nipa hut in the midst
Of a jungle clearing,
Underneath a cold, serene sky.

She was seeing the past,
The journey of a race,
That sailed the woods and the waters.
Looking for the home that was
To be found only
Among the stars of the heavens.

She's the lastOf the subanen matriarchs,
The last testament to a dying
Race of the stone worshipers,
The last of those who perform
Rituals for a rain that wouldn't come,
The last of the long line of
A noble blood who can understand
The sky and the seasons.

She understood the future,
And her fate that wouldn't let go.
She was bound to fade silently,
Into the night,
Under the cover of the darkness,
And the whisper of the trees.

Her tears rolled gently,
Ever sweetly,
Across her wrinkled cheek.

Resting in the wooden floor,
Another faceless soul,
Starting a journey.