i know

you've got some big things going on over there.
when i think of you
things move of their own accord
and i hear stories of bloodlines
told to me by my grandmother
when i was just a wee young thing.

so i made myself available
and you're turning away
but i'm here when the time comes.

your sleep needn't be so fitful.

~a

Mo rún

wild green moss and
cold stone slabs
awaiting a mix of magic
and love to get them
warm again
sun is rare in these parts
and i can beg for it with
a single salty tear.
tread this trail with me
it's far and wild
across monuments,
past cliffs and ocean grey.
this is where charms are counted,
smiles are the roads,
dense sea air the glue
holding my perfect vision together.