someday soon, we

will be the ashes

in the eye of the


we will be the game

in the foxes teeth

he tongues and

hides within his hole

we will see the dusk

in the archers sleep

and be the feather napping

in his cap

we will know what

lies beyond the mirror

and see the yarn

that holds together seas

we will stow away

on soft winds to Greece

where like our own memories

wonder is buried in shades of shame

I will fold winter

into summers skirts,

march into the castle

of the milky way


stealing the ice hearts

and black eyes of


and we will be free


words = samantha lucero 2016 ©
image = not mine.

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