Oh Holly….so in depth beauty!
To survive I follow our
paths from the past that
summon without consent.
There lies your winter coat
where we once lay,
buried below decaying needles
of a forest floor that smells of pine.
The silence is as hard as pounding hooves
or soft as the moon rising in your
kingdom of stars.
Gurkski’s ” Il me faut t’abandonne”
“Come dusk is when my mind walks out
from where I fence myself in,
my dark room of nightly delights where
I encounter her, my queen of all things blue
and we fight right from the start
To make me love her even more.
I place the hands of my heart to gather
my hunting spirit, follow her footprints
into our forests of love and war.”