winter after dawn i wake only to find that the forest has moved on
Tag: art
we are bearers of the void accept that within the hollow of flesh and bone are caves of silence
the cup grows warm with magic and time pauses for a sip
windows remember older skies and oblivion’s anthem sings in the wind
in bed and the stillness of cold ocean feet
soul of winter stones feel lighter than memory
dark paths blur and balance is an act assumed by intuition
listen closely and you will find that destruction has tune and tempo the thumping of chests and steel the war cries that silences death the blood pumping thrill of battle
this sleep spell softens and becomes contagious
this winter night darkness and skin feels complete
elancharan gunasekaran 