Torn at the Seams
Broken-hearted a thousand times
Sitting at the apex of all thought
flooding plains, storms on the horizon’s claim
weaving past into the present form
future not yet present but mourn.
two hearts beating as one
tear in the veil of flesh
now broken and alone.
To see the other as they were
lost amidst finding that spark
painful as tidal waves crashing at
inner sanctums peaceful adage.
I will wait
Letting go of the guilt
woven into the fabric of once before.
Sacred space held
for the one
it was you this whole time
the spark that lit my flame.
dragon sourced clarity
burning at the soul
it was you.
Thank you Zay Pareltheon, Marilyn Glover, Viraji Ogodapola and the whole Howling Owl community for keeping the flow of hooter’s quo.
Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder, and allow the inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and, more importantly, the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.