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i am under her spell.

i am under her spell.

i watched her waking from hibernation, neither ghost nor girl but hovering somewhere in between, a born wildflower drifting so i taught her to dance in rays of sunlight, to run beneath the rain and now, she is anointed with energy, illuminated from within she goes up...
dip-dyed prose for darkened skies.

dip-dyed prose for darkened skies.

messages transported by a knot of sparrows across the spectrum of colors we ride on the backs of a birdsong and melt into the fire of tomorrow, souls ablaze in the flashpoint  of the words we were too afraid to share we’re crossing lines and time zones  as they swim...
we’ll all revel in the blaze

we’ll all revel in the blaze

i watched her rise from the ashes you left her in dressed in golden stars, adornments plucked from the heavens she wears them like war paint, a firewalker fueled by the power of a thousand suns, a heat aching to ignite — i call her phoenix and one day, she’ll burn...
there is power in embracing the change.

there is power in embracing the change.

the night howls and the daylight fades, nature sweeps us up in a million shades and i am hypnotized by falling leaves, captivated by their color — green-yellow-caramel  fueillemort we were taught this is evidence of death, but i find life in their evolution, i see...
look how far i’ve come.

look how far i’ve come.

i asked you to give me space, and you gave me the most luminous night m a g i c you’ve always known how i love constellations how i search for them when i am overwhelmed in a world that is too much chaos and not enough calm and we sat there watching until they said...
purple skies are calling.

purple skies are calling.

rose blush skies fading into a mauve daydream and she is on a journey between an orchid afternoon, and a lavender evening, but this hush is mulberry tangled up in aubergine, the perfect shade to unveil her latest spell — she is a moon gypsy and she speaks in shades of...