• charlieka 5w

    Caulbear

    Broke through the crust
    Magma jolted
    Sent me writhing like a newborn peeling the caul from my eyes
    I see
    I feel
    I know
    Fed myself all this time on grit and determination but I need flowers and rainstorms
    too
    call my name
    I tell myself
    I am the one
    tore the veil
    I can see beyond your island into the mists of your seas the blue waves on sand beaches torn with rock and spines of crustaceans beneath the dulcet October days
    amber leaves curling across your rivers finding shelter in the caverns of my heart
    lost memories
    Maple tapped dreams
    ┬ęcharlieka