Those pages in the river are there
for a reason, my love. I place them to
calm the wake and soothe the tides. Pages
and songs. I think you still do it too,
on occasion. When the heart yearns. When the forests hush and the grey light is
just so. Tattooed leaves, passing
secrets. Still whispered to this day. Hidden and half-hidden. Leaves from a broken book of shadows; a tome
of once-wed promise. Those losses and
lake-beds. Exorcising the agonies of
Akasha's Fall. Mika's war, and the storm. I miss you but it's enough for me to watch
you grow, free of all this. Free of the
veils of darker fay. Sisters and
silences. Let me be the one to hold
Markana’s gaze. You know I have the will
and the strength. Even in this mortal
flesh. Trailing songs of Mithriin, Talis
and Caedmon. From the old world to the
new. I've long since prayed that heaven
would grant you peace, my cherished, and recall your prince to clarion. I was answered despite the complications of
this war. And so, I give thanks every
morning to the watchful sky. Now we
patiently tithe, don’t we? With our wonders
and our work. We wait amidst wilding stars. A thousand held by the chalice of shores. As our Father's key, our Mother's revelation. This sacred oath. Hearing those melodies beneath the water. Harrowing the black beneath the sun.
Neither shall they say, Lo here! or, lo there! for, behold, the kingdom of God is within you.
Saturday 3 April 2021
Somerset
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flows like water, dreams of substance. enlighten all.
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