Rants. raves and ramblings from celestial circles . . .

WOODS END

I followed her nightly into the forest

her pain was azure blue

stems of her legs

thin saplings

trunks of stone

between the leaves

and the autumn moon

she would whisper her secrets

unfolding in the darkest brush.

 

One night of the new spring

our eyes met

we had no one road to travel

only empty pastures

of drunken light.

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