Tag: art

the first rays of dawn birthed between the mynah’s beak

the moon watches as pilgrims dissolve bread in warm milk to feed their faith

a rusted sigil sinks into soil made soft with borrowed light

the summer moon unbuttons and fire forgets its appetite

the river slows to a ripple when you stop believing

the sky forgets color and the morning silence decays

moth priests of summer feeding the fire in ritual sacrifice

what if the voices in your head form your community

rain stains the lens and the world we knew turned grim and grey

a mist covered hill dreams of becoming the sea someday