The great heart wind
has blown its course.
Lost Elysium Isles,
and all that.
Once a moon, cold soot eddies
from the furnace which once
housed the heat of our hearts
and blew smoke screens on the sky.
Covered in Southern garden ash
moonburned and thirsty,
no longer can we see
to kiss the stars
and universe goodnight.
This is the tale
that ate its snake.
So, dust off the pages
and move on.
We'll be fine.
has blown its course.
Lost Elysium Isles,
and all that.
Once a moon, cold soot eddies
from the furnace which once
housed the heat of our hearts
and blew smoke screens on the sky.
Covered in Southern garden ash
moonburned and thirsty,
no longer can we see
to kiss the stars
and universe goodnight.
This is the tale
that ate its snake.
So, dust off the pages
and move on.
We'll be fine.
© Jennifer Phillips (All rights reserved)
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