The past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future
I go to freeze on dark tides
I wake before three.
for another’s riches
Waves, softly lapping
Dappled light wanders.
Across the lush, verdant grass
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
Crimson clouds hang low.
The day’s embers glow softly,
burning down to dusk.
The night air’s cold hand
reaches down and pulls my breath
in shards from my chest.
Waves lap the shore while Broken white shards of bone lie Bleaching in the sun
Bolt upright, sweating The blood pounding in my ears As the dream fades out
Fractures of lightning Illuminate the downpour Before the thunder
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