ancient ache
opening up to empty itself
pain not of myself
but myself is every soul
it looses the fetters
allowing empathy
to see all the stories within
come again and again
the lion’s storm of stars
flooding the love through veins
purging the melancholy tears
revisited tales
renew arching hearts
reaching to each other
complete
replete
new songs to sing
to reawaken the dreamer
calling them forth
to walk the paths laid by sleep
into the passing futures
A Vixen at Gloaming 