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?



About wordverserune

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