∴ this morning i awoke to the rhythmic beat of dragonfly wings,
to unnumbered days and a pulse untethered
in a place where time lingers undefined
do these dragonflies flit in the rising sun
spending precious moments in contemplation
worrying about what could’ve been
or do they never leave their pond
fearing the unknown
without further pause
i cast off my bedsheets
step into the sun-kissed dawn
and move to the rhythmic beat of dragonfly wings ∴
∴ lone kayaker in the morning fog, paddles carve frigid waters ∴
∴ whole in peace, life’s art of serene strength ∴
∴ in icy realms, where dawn is a frosty web
dysania charms me and beckons from my bed
yet, within this tangle, resilience takes its stand
facing the day, warmed by soul’s command ∴
∴ surrounded by howling sluagh, malicious tylwyth teg, and fanged snollygosters frothing and murmuring lies, i did not lose a wink. nestled under the moon dog and the comfort of my frost-covered bedroll, i breathed in the tranquility of winter’s chill, for they have no hold on me ∴
∴ the last flame of vermilion skies seared into my eyes,
venturing into the dark
a guiding ember when Venus and the moon hid behind clouds
strong winds, nearly lifting me, undeterred
upon the ridge-line trail, through hours I trekked
until my path led me to only you ∴
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