Beyond the edges of time,
your magic floats;
a river of embers
in the dark between stars.
It sleeps in the marrow of stones,
it weaves through roots that drink the moon,
it hums in the ashes of forgotten suns.
It waits for you…
for the sacred breath,
the trembling word,
the flame struck in the cavern of your soul.
Inhale the ancient winds,
exhale the veils of forgetting.
With each breath,
the worlds within you ignite.
You are earth, sky, fire, tide.
You are the key,
the call,
the returning.
Your magic is not lost.
It has been dreaming of you.
Thank you for sharing in your time to read some of my poetry. I write as a part of my healing journey. I share in the hopes it may lighten the load for fellow travelers along their own soul-filled journey.
Reads are deeply appreciated. Claps, highlights, and comments are digital sunshine.
Peace.
