Set against moonfall

30 December 2015

The fleeting travels

Of bees, birds and of fireflies

Across winter skies

 

The breath of Thunder

Bolting through the cloudy shroud

A blanket of stars

 

Bright the eerie nights

As shadows slink into lights

Waning mysteries

 

Dissolve the cobwebs

Spiders’ work will blow no more

Chilly winds of Toth

 

Slaves of yesterday

Rise to seasonal high tides

Spring will set them free

 

The smiles of morrows

Etched in infinity’s bluebells

Between bow and tie

 

Days will cut fabrics

Nights will stitch together hems

Of blackbirds new flags

 

Weeping in past tense

Hearts dawn to new reckonings

Upon sunlit paths

 

The sun will set blaze

A cross tidal waves that climb

Within Heart’s waters

 

Christen the daughters

Ivy, Jasmine, Mistletoe

The winding creepers

 

Shutters braced open

With all of Heart’s bright vessels

Golden beginnings

 

Of Gold the linings

Stained red with tinmen’s droplets

Vessels of Copper

 

Of thirteenth the month

A backdrop of new life’s roots

Set against moonfall

 

 

As Night turns to Day – Arcana