i turned away from your heavy magic, from that world hidden just out of sight, i forgot the names of those dense and ancient ways we’d glimmer, like dust in the light i thought i’d get found on the lost coast, always homesick for somewhere unseen and with sun-kissed cheeks, i went wandering i saw redwoods, and wildflower fields Advertisements
raw sky above me, gentle moon hangs quiet in dawn blue. in freckled green, the forest grows, pure earth and sacred stone. can i grow up under your sky? a perfect place to hide. exhaling warm dust into light, a wanderer’s lullaby.
on our story i depended and this ignorance i loved but like glass is, we were fragile and you did, you led me on.
i depended on a story, to avoid the great unknown i had thought i’d known the ending, lines and paper led me on see this strange all-knowing mirror, it shades this space surreal i had thought i’d learnt through suffering glass knew more than i could ever.
there’s winter stretched across her face and in her eyes, some shadowy glade