i star wanderdust
that medicine trail
waiting on wraiths
to wayfind me long
all pretty the horses
before their storm while
my striding of that
nightroam north
Tag: betwixt and between
nightroam
Photo by Cornelia Munteanu on Unsplash nameless hours
Photo by Igor Omilaev on Unsplash yesterdays and used to bes
have drifted back to dream
and even the old songs seem
out of tune to me...
nameless hours spent drifting
between queen and crow
or crow and queen but
it is really all the same to me
drumbeat your pale hands,
my chest
for that is all i want or need
at the drawing of dreamwings in bloom
Photo by Alice Alinari on Unsplash memory ghosts, my bride
at sentinel bone pale cliffs
standing over seasides
a knot twin tangled
to night crossed of moon
and apples adrift of air
long gone yet linger
perfumed raven of hair
shipping to shadow of morn
catching a song of you
cresting over wings in bloom...at the center
Photo by Alberto Arroyo on Unsplash in the cauldron season
reconciling liminal me
standing bíle and center
both eyes to boiling sea
born of raven and apple
kin to the stone
thorn prick'd and blooded
given to bone
riding the crests,
sailing to homeboundless
Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash let us go beyond naming and
enter the spirit of the matter—
tear down the fences that divide
this bone is not bone, it is bone
this flesh is not flesh, it is flesh
this stone stands beyond stone
wash away the scarlet boundaries
cast by the plough, hewn by scythe
listen to the small known by "night"
