for those who wear the letters meant for ones they've never met

stories oscillate through the solar system. more real than the illusion of mirrored rooms projecting reflections into infinity. i hope that one day they will be the images we choose to remember. the moments of significance we attach to particular days. and should anyone question - the offer of a knowing smile.

two suns rise beneath northern skies

the soft grey light fools no one.

the wind
is wild
and the naked trees fight back.

*

i'm careful
not to break anything.

a daughter
of the air and sky
wrapped in winter and warm.

*

a dream -

i slipped
the silver ring around the moon
on your finger

and shared
with you everything unspeakable,
because sometimes
words fail.

*

rain taps
morse messages on the window.

another layer to the music
of the day and my heart
awakening.

there was no precise point of commencement

there was no precise point of commencement only the quiet rumbling of beginnings softly tearing the seams stitch by singular stitch. a living thread dreamed to life with instinctual inclinations towards the sacred act of acknowlegement in the preservation of personal truth.