lullaby
for the weary flame
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
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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