BLUESKY /PATREON
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VOICES-

The first word was "dream",
it came from within sleep which secretly accompanies the darkness in my heart

The second word was "wind",
God's arms directing my journey from fanning wings

As if from thawing sorrow,
a golden apple fell

Not even looking at the scenery,
there is the place you're going with merely a single life, you struggle to reach that place

An old magic book;
moondrops; the curtain of night
a vision of our meeting

We can fly
We have wings
We can touch floating dreams
Call me from so far
Through the wind
In the light

The third word was "hum",
caught by straining ears as I softly release your trembling arms