A momentary affirmation, the shade walks takes slow steps and brief moments of full tangibility, before returning to her ellusive form. Now I am left with the memories of the voiceless whispers, calling out to me. For what, I ask, what sort of redemption does this spirit seek?
We woke up today making a game of throwing coins in the sand
they sand slowly and we walked away,
forgetting why we came to the desert
why we abandoned the labors of the previous years
that have given us such joy
provides solace through the tears
Have we come with gifts to this celebration?
My day holds memory of your lips, something yet unsaid, and silent greeting.
We walk through the path of one another and you speak to me of the things you fear, none of this do you say, nor do you need to. Will you sing new songs as I dedicate words in your honor, hold you as you cry, it won't be long and the play will be over. Prizes will be awarded, the ones you've always been waiting for. The highest plateu is your, you know. A dedication ceremony, and other rites of passage, trials and revelations, tears and annointed tongues, wine glasses and slow dances through fire. Earth is not so silent, as a great river washes away the skin, we are worn to nothing that can't be purified by flame. Accept the invitation, fire sand to glass, build a castle of this, through which light can pass.
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