:::lithe:::

wisper softly
humid air
blood won't burn
a body there
blue protects
white is pure
circle open
close and cure
gentle kiss
behold this night
see through my eyes
until the light
moon does guide
sun does warn
the fleeting shadows
and do no harm
earth to ash
and stone to bear
the sacred path
your journey fair
hand to forehead
hand to breast
my hand in yours
now cross
now rest

 

:::amber.hart.sinclair:::