"A Prayer for a Star"
May I run with my head high and my eyes on the horizon.
May I wake tomorrow and find just enough strength to take one more step.
May I reach forever towards my impossible, unreachable, destined star.
"You can change."
The bell rings twelveflies,he walks to the center of the squareblack
s ix seven,eight, nine
You can change.
Earsburstblood drips on flGloves Canvas, stars glitter
Legs shaking fists heavy
You can change.
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You can change.
A breath.
A step. A reach.
I can change.
Stars glitter.
"Harbor"
I built a lonesome little ship.
A teeny-tiny tired thing that I sent out to sea.
I watched and waited for it to sink.
But it sailed back to me.
I had nothing to fill its hold.
No charters, no decrees.
No trust - just dust. Just sighs. Just tears. Yearning.
My ship brought back nothing from its journey.
But it still sailed back. For me.
"A song of 𝄐"
Mist electric cracks through peaks below
Splitting rock and grass and zipping past
The whirling fog's tempo
Velvet sleeves snap in time to rest
Marking a ruffled, rumpled stop.
To the metronome of wood-on-stone ascent
A blank ballet — in six-eight — of breath, of bone, and—
Leitmotifs learned — then lost
da capo al fine.
Breeze andante.
Winding down,
Cede the wanderer's way.
Yet in the distance, other mountains still stand—
Promising to dance.