Love Letter From the Soul Xliv
Hero,
“Love is a hero’s journey, and the hero’s journey is a noble but difficult path.” — Marianne Williamson
winter wears and wanders in
shaking and frigid
each step taken
ached, iced and frozen
there's a crackling under foot
hearts turn to run
into the black forest of empty
where soot has made her home
but I turn towards yours
holding summer heat
breaking away the pack
feigning
circle squeezing hacks
dining in your fire, your spirit
your warmth and sunshine silhouette
south, south they say
but I will stay and I will wait
under the tree of Avalon
snow sparkles in the dawn
air lingers in my breath
I feel desire in the whispers
all telling
it's telling
take the world in our hands
only then we shall run
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