leave only healing within your wake
like a trail of wildflowers and stardust
twinkling and blooming upon the ground
that meets your gentle tread

blue bonnet flames in a sea of scorched terrain
the sun felt extra harsh as it touched my skin today
and my thoughts feel quite unsettling
not knowing what's true from my imagining
from where do i learn the art of trance?
i'm all ears, trust me. i'm listening

where lies the magic?
masquerading around like a poetess
dancing in the face of tragic mishaps
misshapen by extraterrestrial beckons
away from the melancholy of
rain-soaked trails

reconciling. constant. duress.
letting go of lunar divinations of one
and all perturbations using what comes
from the air unseen;
like the supposed
facets of my birthstone:
the clear blue aquamarine