Hidden by the Dawn
Somewhere in the night you’re waking, feeling the press of the world while in the arc above you shines the morning star. The sky brightens
November 25, 2018
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Somewhere in the night you’re waking, feeling the press of the world while in the arc above you shines the morning star. The sky brightens
Who can take your crown said the sun rising in the south? The earth is your lover, the deep sea and morning star your friends.
Now I’ll gather from the darkness for you my old friend and ally a tracing of what may come untarnished out of the east. Too
Bare branches call to me, striven of their summer glory by the winds of autumn. Crows mock their barrenness from nearby rooftops as burnt orange
Standing like a tree in autumn, rain in my face with light fading, I search down into my roots, wondering if the veins of joy