Bruised but not broken,
my tender wings, so heavy.
I lift them slowly.
I raise them upwards,
to the sky,
and bow before the stars.
A casual moth flits past my eyes.
I cry as I watch its moonlit waving wings,
I leap,
into the scattered darkness
I fall,
I float,
I dive,
Alive.
I rise.
I fly.
I'm so touched and flattered by this. It finally proves there's been a point to my dross - if it genuinely helped you on any level I know it hasn't been a waste.
ReplyDeleteLove this bit "A casual moth flits past my eyes.
I cry as I watch its moonlit waving wings" (maybe cos i'm just big-headed lol)
This is gorgeous and it's great to have you back writing again.
Welcome home
Thank u x
Aw this is so sweet I bet he was really made up with this. It's incredible to see two incredibly gifted people, writing so differently, but supporting eachothers work like this. I think you guys are kindreds, you write so differently but the themes seem intertwined you should release a pamphlet thing chapbook is that what they're called? together.
ReplyDeleteI am fast becomming the worlds biggest be the starlight to casual serpentine moths fan and geek. x
lovely xxx
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