Monday, March 4, 2024

The flames call me
back to the cave,
the flicker in your eye
an ancient memory.

The trees call me
back to their heights,
their fruit and their roots
urging toward the ground.

The waves call me
back to the depths,
to vastness, to weightless,
to gasping, to sludge.

The clouds call me
forward in their wispy
whispers, incessant pleas
to wish, to “what if…”

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love notes
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