🔵 By Phillip Williamson. Photo by lauragrafie.
I await in a tenebrous state with a swirl storm of cinders that rage in the mind while I see that sparkle your eyes only hold as I see the sparks of the night sky that paint a constellation to behold with a love that never grows old you’re my wild rose with no thorns that heals a broken soul and touches my weeping shores that I know so well. My Valkyrie of any bleeding or bruised sky facing the current streams of unseen I only see in those honey brown eyes all the love that never deprives as you rescue me to ethereal skies where we are bonded by the length of the stars healing ones scars trading stories of who we truly are.