Bring war, Sleep —
hanging crushing weight
on tired eyes,
dragging me
to some nowhere in-between
with my lame struggle,
not knowing
whether light survives
this journey . . .
dream, and hope
it will welcome my return
to the realm I left.
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A chill windharangues face and ears;biting stingsslap at me —Höðr’s whispers telling meI will see no peace.
There’s some change
riding on the wind.
Never fear!
Change is good —
without that, we might never
truly live.
The fragilesensibilityof wintercould onlyreticently relinquishits unyielding grip; this cold wavestill deepens fearthat the spring’simminentreturn is a matter ofopinion. Stretching ears:drops of melting ice!Those chilled tearsmight bring hope,or might lengthen these slenderpikes of winter’s fire. No false hopes.No wasted regrets.Our suns riseand return,vague practitioners passingin cryptic … Continue reading A Long for Sumarr
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