lullaby

for the weary flame

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this fire burns
it does not consume

it is the whispers between
molten rivers of pure flame
the one that remembers your name
even when you’ve forgotten

in a room full of Love
truth and beauty now bend air
for the one written in the stars

iron bars and chains be damned
for the skies above
now lend their hand
to the weary flame

so do not be afraid

the dawn comes
on iridescent wings
streaked with ash and prayer 
refracting light

through the piercing pain
through the quiet vow
sewn into you

so lay your weary head
upon my lap
hush and listen

their embers are singing
whistling 
flying across the heavens

for you

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an offering — for those finding their way through the deep.

with all the purest and truest love…

May it meet you with warmth.

XO

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