zephyr hums
through the
shadowed night
exhaling silvery
spindled threads
rung ‘round
leaf
and bough
adorning
tattered
remnants
in a
prismatic shroud
*
w h i s p e r i n g
*
oh how
beautiful you are
on this sacred
eve
how lovely your
abandon
i am here
let me hold you
in your dark night
let me cradle you
in this quiet death
let me
bear silent witness
to your unburdening
and together
we shall
sever
all that no longer
serves you
and send it off
in a
coffin of diamonds
then
come light
you shall see
how lovely
the breath of night
how
glorious
and
shimmering
that
which can
only be
born
of the
dark
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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