𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 🗝️

she loved gradient light and the shadowy trees melting colour and all the songs of the wind

willow I remember you wet with mist I tossed a handful of moonbeams all over you willow I remember your limbs and kisses here in this grace of crows here in this March snow

A friday full of blessings —

when sky is falling sorrow walks the streets  spreading like blood  into fingertips of wind… my crying words falter silence becomes my voice trees bend low, shadows paint the blue black of night

i want to sing to you… as trees stroke the quiet and wind whispers its secrets in blue shadows and soft songs i want to sing to you… as night remembers the distance between silence and the silver light of morning on river ice

if you stand next to me you will hear the sound of rain weeping in its darkness if you hold me to your heart you will hear clocks whisper in the black slate of night if you call my name, i will come and dreams will fall from my mouth like songs woven with stars

with every breath i give the moonlight you come to me and dust the shadows of my heart with fingertips and song

her soul is made of blue stars her song is in the cold wind in the fold of forest, where alphabets of stars gleam in the thorn of night

you make me dizzy, i dance spinning round you like earth flying wildly in circles about the sun an aura of your swirling particles flows over me as moonlight falls from the sky

be here with me this gentle moment of heart

in this house of dreams hidden away in the pines early morning mist

winter night snow fall sky clean with cold her warmth a gift under the eyes of stars beautiful in silence he is every colour of north wind and fire he carries storms under his skin, and she loves him wildly as a fox does the moon

@illdesperado ❤️

I am thinking now of hooded cloaks and blackthorn sticks of rucksacks full of dream-bound books and out there in the glowing wood memories of our ancient selves flickering in and out of time in that tale of the dawn when we first saw the world through the eyes of new-born dragons

alone in a wilderness of words unbuttoning thought from the unknown language of a winter bird’s chatter morning unfolds... blue white swallowed in soft shadow a breath of time, a sigh tears collect in a crying wind morning stillness…transparent the gently falling snow

love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness; the truth more first than sun, more last than star… ~e.e. cummings

i recognise your words i have touched them as if my hands once held them i recognise the clay of their forming i look for you without looking i sing your name with each trembling note of the night you rest in my soul

if i close my eyes to feel the blue gold of sky a small bird singing winter morning melody a gentle smile on the wind

wide open sky unfolds its wings…a smile gleams without shadows falling i hold your heart, each beat a song , an intimate flame painting the night ablaze

stillness iced in white an echoing peal of bells morning call to pray

a trail ascending into the hands of the wind   molten silver sky i rest quiet, still on stone river below...a whisper