We sit beneath the woody sky
Watching the light slowly fade
The flowing golden thread
Drifts towards the night
And my brother stands
Sharing whispers of Moving mountains
That he can’t shift
Dusty flames dance
Before us
And we spin blue bottles
Sending shards of darkness
Into the winters breath
And flickers of light into our
Shivering hearts
We wait for the cracks to open
And the first cleansing
To wash
Away the lingering dream
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