Month: July 2025

summer night the fog wills strange things into existence

you speak and the trees forget their own myth

a sword dreams of being midsummer rain

summer’s moon a mysterious beast wears your shadow for warmth

ride into nothingness on the back of a griffin strung of silk

summer after the dream you bleed colours that do not exist

on this day my love and quietude saved you

you trade dreams for the touch of summer’s soil and birdsong

as the last light peels away silence arrives in full armour

the quiet seas deny us our borders: froth foam fathom