While winter sits guard...
like a fighter jet
view of the desert lagoon...
Slowly awakes the dawn,
Her chorus, spilling out in notes of joy...
a mountain
turns into...
Winds move me, gales stripping my branches bare
feel vulnerable, in crisp midnight air...
Do you hear the rhythm?
Can you recognise a song...
Here I am
Nursing my wounds...
Darkness fell upon another summer
drenched in misty midnight and I...
The shadows will reach and smother this day
As evening approaches, no words left to say...
Octaves resonates
Warrior bloodlines within...
I long to become the silhouette
of the constellation that I gaze upon...
The lover of the Sun.
Celestial kisses on rosy cheeks...