Tag: poetry

soft hands and unspoken shapes tracing destinies in the sand

a rhythm forms when sky and skin aligns

to the child of the void i say: go out and play

gentle and aware a fire that listens

frail fingers shape shallow tides of autumn giving voice to the waves speaking the true name of the deep

a line drawn in the soft earth guided by the quiet pull of the goddess

the seas surrender and soften with kindness from the morning light

a quiet embrace of ending

the goddess sings a song of fire in her abode lifting the veil and granting truth to eyes a child of tender age is laid at her feet given but never taken the infant soul grafted with flames older than time itself

drown in the abyssal depths of my gentle paradise