“the lines twist, force-bending
the air into submission.
the wind lowers her voice,
silently rocks and howls.

in amongst the knots,
he gasps, one last thought,
before he, too, escapes
into memory.” 

“a wind to rock the restless child
that breathes inside my soul;
the courage to fall backwards into
warm arms, the familiar melding
of heartbeats warming cold bones;
a glance towards a tinted sky,
our fingers weaving together
in our shared awe.”

“standing witness to the death of another day,
melting into the spray of shadows and cold.
with every end, there is another dawn,
a rebirth for each day’s knell.”

“limbs shaped by sand, scrapes and scars,
move gracefully, arc into the winds.
eyes seek out the horizon, waiting
for the first crack of wildfire,
waiting for the moment when his world
turns, from ice to molten gold.”

“diamonds rise and crystallise with every step;
sand turns to glass, a reflection of
her joy, her youth, her simply being.”

“he turns, sighs, offers a prayer for the day
as the first moments of warmth lick up his back.
the sea is set alight, brought to life
by the whisperings of the dawn.”

“mzee weaves his tales, spins stories of home
that echo down the stairs and into the hearts of those
searching for some solace, some sign
that they are exactly where they’re meant to be.”

“he sailed away between shadows and the dawn,
as I watched, tethered to the shore.”

“time shatters in her ocean mirror,
as Daylight veils herself, settles, and waits.”

“take what you need, drink your fill,
gifts from the guardians who
gaze down upon you.”