Where are our fates written? In the stars above, in the stones below? Are we destined for love or disaster? Our paths may seem set, but they are flexible and it's important not to become slaves to our memories or blinded by futures that might never be.
Stars and Stones
Seeping in it deepens now
Clouds that run to hide their heads
Down pathways lost they idly tread
Along ruined stones set in the ground
Names cast like spells with tolling bells
Bittersweet memories in Spring time
A tide of love then tragedy
Threads we find that unwind
In this familiar grotto
Soaked to the bone and yet unclean
Washed up but not washed out to sea
Waiting for the starlight
A city called abandon
Place where ghosts inhabit
These systems of the long forgot
Puppeteering from the shadows
Yet in this moment I remain
Caught here within this whirlwind
Reminded of a long lost flame
Of a promise worth confirming
An oath of that internal spark
A goddess to my lonely heart
To chart a course to civil shores
Hands that desire to be guided
Around the curves of distant lands
To places remembered in a dream
Past mists and kisses worth a damn
Caught up in elder blisses
Still glowing warmth with half a chance
I gently lift here by the stem
In hopes the blossom will not wilt
Praying for confidence of my worthiness
Of my future I know little still
Whether written in the stars or stones
But I know soon I must be cast from here
This valley where I am alone
Whether divided or an atom fused
This energy is spinning
And seeping in it hits me now
Though I know not what's beginning
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