summer clear sky stars hoard dangerous secrets
Tag: freedom
deep beneath soil the rootwork of unfinished gods
mistaken for prophecy every fire and flame hums a warning
a spell of winter’s bear hibernates deep in you blood
hands glow and the cave sings as the illumination sways hypnotic
look closely and you will find that the moon has an old wound covered in moss
the forest grim peeks into my mind and subtly erases a path
boat lanterns solemnly float towards forgotten piers
throw your tantrums the quietude will not be televised
some tongues need to be taught a very special lesson in diabolical debauchery