Emerge, Embrace.

I touched the shade. My hand felt the coolness of the cipher ghost spilling from the rising tide, while the heart inside my chest smelled the roses at my feet. The wind in this place is ungodly, kicking up waves like dust off the dune. A call in the distance may be him, or it may be my life. The mask upon my face trembles in the cold gusts and threatens to spiral off behind me like all the others.

In this dark I am fire, but in fire I am victim. He cannot call for me yet, for I am burning still. In the cold shade of night beside the ocean, I do not release myself. I pick flowers and stare into the embrace of the eyes of infinity.

Stand with me. Stand with me and touch the sunlight through the dusk. Let us toast to life, to flowers and stars. To days. And nights. And sorrow. And love. Sing with me for love. For we are born to love. Let us wrestle the waves together, lest we vanish into the wind like so many days before this.


About grasshopperstothemoon

“Two things awe me most, the starry sky above me and the moral law within me.”
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