honey and flesh
dripping from their weary dreams
a ripple in an orchard of diamonds
grey flurries fall soundless
sorcery in the shadows

gentle forms toil within the frigid air
scorched in dusk, damaged from the storm
their tears flow
collect in the aperture of tempests
elucidating

lifted, their fate descends into moonlight
the rain stops
fate awakens
becomes silken
and separates