regeneration.

the day before the new moon comes and hides i set wildfires across my heart deep within the cold of winter. foolish dreams of absolute attainment my dear, hand them away. what i want is not looking close to what i need. fading blurring faith, increasing this journey’s soul to source to mind unity.

this season of regeneration.

take your lifetime to birth again and again. bring to us all a new you, one after winter cold comes and boldly shapes you. all tales are told: speak words of water and air, breathe words of roots and heat. that sometime when we met again, what i handed you in dream blue fields were records of sun in our hands and hope in our hearts. what did it feel like?

©jjj

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About wordverserune

writer. poet. student. listener. kinkster. queerdo. hippy dippy witchy woo.
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