Dear death,

I have met life,
He wants me to fight,
But I'm so weak-
So can we meet?

keep me in the
pocket of your jacket

love me in the
corner of your heart

dream of me in mantis shrimp
colouration.
think of me when doth
shatter thine heart.

if i could be
what i would need
myself I lose;
myself I dream

you’ve stolen so much of my soul,
i’m still trying to remember who i was

My brittle heart
longs to be held
by your small hand

Its the age between petal and
leaves
In the air that the woodland
breathes
From the darkness of the night
To the linen mornings wear
From a kingdom underwater
To being masters of the air