They say that there is one
I at the heart of a storm.
This is not true.
There are two.
Butterfly blue and Phoenix ash grey,
The other molten wood full of firefly flicker.
Looking in, Looking out.
Moonlight cord taut between two like a bowline straining
in the tide.
The only glint in the earthly waves crashing, two points the only
anchor.
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 6:29 PM UTC
They say that there is one
I at the heart of a storm.
This is not true.
There are two.
Butterfly blue and Phoenix ash grey,
The other molten wood full of firefly flicker.
Looking in, Looking out.
Moonlight cord taut between two like a bowline straining
in the tide.
The only glint in the earthly waves crashing, two points the only
anchor.
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