regeneration

the day before the new moon comes and hides, i set wildfires across my heart deep within the cold of winter. my dear, foolish dreams of absolute attainment, hand them away. fading blurring faith, increasing a soul’s journey.

a season of regeneration.

that time when we met again, what i handed you in blue dream  fields were records of the sun in our hands and hope in our hearts. what did it feel like?

©jjj

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About jjj

writer and poet. student and queer, they/them pronouns. 26 and learning. living in southern Oregon, with their partner and two dogs.
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