∴ never so alive as we
snowflakes swirl ‘round pine
red needles forged by breath and steely mettle |
o’er fresh powder—
robust in their strife
a steadfast protestation
we rise again
tales of beginnings
once lost, now told—
of strength that ever burns
within the cold
as if endings
were whispers adrift, fading
upon the snow owl’s wings
defying each surrender… ∴
∴ silver breath wraps mountains
edges soft, shifting with northern gusts—
her realm, where ridge keepers’ song
choruses into eventide
every step, a promise, pulls us closer
steady purchase, fleeting still—
ground herself moves us forward
never losing what she holds
each turn unveils no answers
but fiery-gleamed questions
we pause—not for doubt
but to revel in her wonder
letting mist bear this moment’s weight
notes rise, unbidden, unbodied—
theorbo’s thrums clear and deep
tuning sight to resonance within
an ancient chord awakening:
see beyond
step into what awaits
claim this moment as ours ∴
∴ under mist-hail breath
betwixt unraveling sky
rovers we, resting our ache
sit and watch with cups brimmed
drinker’s mash
with notes of shadowed spirals
remedy of fractured amber
borne on drips of pine and wisened laughter |
its golden glow scatters in the restless air |
soft tangles of warmth eddy
spirits fill our bellies
on again roaming through
untethered paths of light
towards new horizons
snarls of storms brushing
the edges of our flight ∴
∴ beneath my cerulean caul
fractured luminance wavers—
specters tessellate on the verge |
of a precipice heavy
with releasing certitude ∴
∴ joy—
letters curl as words unwind
ink-mist memory ∴
∴ fortress built of wind
reaching, air feels thin
breezing through fingers
heartbeat now hidden—
do you feel it?
·
whirling fragments twist
fragile echoes steer
each note, a soft pause
between each flutter and howl
lean in, if you wish
or let silence settle
·
i’m deep among the chords—
just a breath away
dreams filled starry-eyes meet
this quiet bears its weight—
only those who linger
will catch this melody sway ∴
∴ wrapped by stars
on this eve, this sultry eve—
fire’s kiss upon the wind
a spin and flare
in crimson flight
hearken to the nightingale’s ancient call
a dreamt refrain of olden songs—
where we belong, these souls belong
yet as each dawn breaks, a tempest wild
breath to flicker flame reconciled
thou art the key, the lock, the door—
and i, the shore, the endless shore
yet in thy eye, this firestorm doth swirl
a riddle’s grasp, within it, un-answers curl
’tis convergence, this quest, where we shall tread—
speed quick these spirits bound by silvered thread
pyre ablaze in wisdom’s urn
thus evermore a twist and turn
step forth, thine eyes wide unto this land
with eyes and arms full and wide—
withstand ∴
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