A promise to the sea of dreams;
Lullabies that rock it to sleep
Fleeting memories of a place
Ice on glass, melting away
The tree rings archive years
To turn the pages of time
Imprinted on living
In choking waters
Words can no longer be the string
Fate attached to me
On the littlest finger
An anvil tied to mountains
And breathe black clover
To auspicious hope;
Seven lives with fives souls
Blood and be
I wish to be green
In alpine forests;
To swallow me down to the depths
Of the raging earth
To soothe me when I cry
Rocky Maine shores
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