trees for friends
seeds sown

flowers for romance
a divine touch

companionship for solitude
the deeper you go

a fight with fire
till the end of time

the match is struck
the fire is set

awaiting intervention
calling on the divine

great gears are shifting
making good order of chaos

spattered red
fuchsia

blood rained
sacrifice

eight angels
sentinels
-watchful

strength of trees
roots deep
-sky canopy

hard knocks
pain and suffering


intertwined
with love

It knocked
softly
a breath at the door
but I
bolted the windows
and swallowed the key.

It came wearing warmth,
but I mistook it
for fire,
for teeth,
for grief with a new face.

So I fled,
faster than joy
could reach out its hand
afraid it might feel
like home.