Return to Reverence
Shadow— its ghost slowly fading, a distant anamnesis. Heart— once oozing blood, recedes to drip, respair. Reverberations— dissipate, like lightning, after the squall. Fire— returning to gentle embers. The stars— through suffering, return to reverence. Moonlight— a thin light enters the crack. Beloved— whatever name I give the light, it led me here.
My friend this is so evocative and beautiful, I love how you describe the beloved as the guiding light. It’s a touching tribute to love and guidance.
Hauntingly beautiful ❤️