elancharan gunasekaran

silver fish of winter carry fragments of the moon downstream

you can feel it in the winds and in the smell of the rain after the quiet designs of spring

snow covers the incantation and roots memorize the syllables a druid plants a spell in winter

cocooned in miasma and enchanted smoke   where dragons lay in eternal sleep the lands experience radical change and evolve without hesitation

pyres by the coastline burn with altered moods

rooms fill with the echoes of half-truths and to divine by the light is heresy

recognize the struggle of tides on a moonless night

someone far away accepts your magic and feels lighter