In the night of winter, when water gravitates back to the source,
her invisible liquid arms
are sculpting us with unyielding softness
into a new unknown day
In our collective dreaming
new worlds emerge
weaving into bridges and coincidences
filling up the gaps with powerful ease,
becoming answers to longings
re pairing our souls into alchemy
In the night,
stardust is falling
through the fingers of sacred geometry
building our
Human
Origin of
Middle
Earth
In the night
Fluid, fluorescent harms of eternity
flow into our bedrooms
taking us, holding us Response able.
Re questing a spirit quest.
A Re- mission