Encircled with your casted salt.
Sweeping motions, down to up.
Re-threading ribbons with intentions attached.
Right hand always, left hand release.
Dancing flames nipping at the moon's deep glow.
You always wondered,
But now you know.
I bring you in and I bring you close.
Tended wings, rest now with your sleepy head.
What we have will wake the dead.
Shake your core from inside out.
Dripping, honey sweet.
Summer's heat to Winter's cold.
Only witches know the names of that which is the ever old.
Certain things, just that, they always are.
On a hanging moon, we caught fire from a billowing star.
Climbing down and keeping pace.
Within marble stone we've carved our place.
Certain things and the way they are...
Remind me of the first time,
Life times ago where our fingers first laced.
The four fold collapse and now
We walk free among this.
Tested time and it all tastes like recreated Déjà vu.
I look over, and it's always been you.
S.M.
9282015
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