Perhaps I was lost with my elder,
broken in the crowd and lonely with my road.
Where I bloom as the night kisses me swell,
but senses my sorrow with rain as I erode.
The realm and shadows enrich my eternal dream
as slowly she shifts in between.
She held me tender, my queen,
but now I drift apart in serene.
Follow my spirit onto the ancestors,
because there I have been seen.
To walk, to fall and linger unseen.
It was all a mystery to my eye,
A fable, the enchanted, and therefore the unyielding sky.
Perhaps I was reaching for my elder,
unbroken when alone and in love with the unknown.
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2 responses to “‘Odyssey,”
Your last line, “…unbroken when alone and in love with the unknown.” made me shiver. Outstanding.
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For I am eternal thankful, dearest misfit! I’m glad my words could make you shiver❤️
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