“She was the daughter
Of both the sky and the earth,
Walking in fields of innocence
Crowned with daisies and lilac
Yearning and searching
For something deeper,
And when the warm nights
Lulled her into deep wanderings,
She would find him waiting
In the shadows that gave him his name,
“A creature of darkness and death”,
They told her,
But her dream walker would touch her
And suddenly she was a flower no more
But something made from fire and blood,
And so when her lord husband
Crossed from dreams into the day,
She descended into the dark earth
From which she had first bloomed,
And so began
The pomegranate dreams.”
- “The Pomegranate Dreams”.
Published on September 25, 2017 16:15