Don't Ignore Them. EVER.
Every key to every door, leads to a place where we are going, where we belong, and who we once were. Sometimes we need to look in retrospect and help our past meet our future, before we can travel forward. A journey? A pilgrimage?
I need someone to dance with right now.
Close.
With eyelashes that wrap around like invisible blankets made of the finest silk.
Mouths that cut like the sharpest of knives.
Somehow with our fingers intertwined we can create a shield.
Protect a sincerity that only this dance could know.
I watched the sparkling snow drift down like secrets that you whispered to me through the wind chimes. I heard your call.
Like a beacon I will travel through your light, for when the ocean engulfed us, I offered to house you.
Set sail, the gulls are out of sight and where we are headed, the Sun will never set.
The Winter morning suns will be my audience to healing.
Yearning for the Spring. We will awaken the sleeping Summer's sea.
frozen fingers scraping ice and snow, search for what was lost before winter's solstice.
Reaching permafrost layers my fingers are numb.
Soft green underneath finally emerging, we're halfway through... I step back. I am the last standing...
I have made it half way...
