Rest whispers a few stanzas
the song was written in the moment
on the slope of a ruin
someone falls
the chair that was patterned
no longer fits
fall my angel
let yourself feel the space as your own protection
in the wind that peels away a cover
left is no longer the body.

The ego of history
leaving their ruins
that was said
to describe
the shimmer of the past
wearing the shape of my own day dragonfly.

From pain
the desire to be whole is born
and the value of that balance
which in its system exist.

Or maybe it was the heart’s desire
who whispered a song
that you started humming
in the lust
to allow a soul to expand.

Listen up
for the shout will not be silenced
reach out your extinguished light
see how it approaches until the flame embraces you
in the hiding of the soul you were lit right now
right in the now
just as you wished for.