The Northern Winds

In familiarity
Abacinate in copper stone-
Blinded by the strokes of love.
With wild winds and uprooting pine.
Pebbles reflecting the mirror of time.
The shallow grave of the rivers passage,
drowning in dead buds and harrowing feat.
We have been here, in this time –
The time before and beyond,
Unyielding and true,
Lifetimes imbued.
A veil of lace covered your glorious face,
In times of yesteryear; in the highlands
I held you near.
In all our lives drawn
the horizon steals our gaze,
on each morn,
and the low rumble of thunder
in the distance, signalling from the north.
Our binds held our wrist tight
Threaded the wire across our skin,
Etching our love within,
In wounds and summons-
Star-crossed lovers till the end,
In the moments before our deaths, we knew we would meet again.

Endless –

Our love flows.

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