Ancient Skies

100_5601When my spirit is burnt by careless humans, I take what’s left

to the side of the mountain, preferring

the shadows of ancient prophets,

and the adventure

of words divine.

Where the healing speaks

to all of me

in the forest, be whole

my child,

and my heart flows

with restoration.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

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