Solstice
I want to carry this dark with me
into the days of unremitting light.
This dark cradles more silence, a
reservoir of space – time serves
as a buffer between raw nerves
and the unrelenting noise of the
seasons of growth. This dark has
befriended my soul, wrapped a
blanket around my shoulders, set
me down and whispered, Shhhh.
into the days of unremitting light.
This dark cradles more silence, a
reservoir of space – time serves
as a buffer between raw nerves
and the unrelenting noise of the
seasons of growth. This dark has
befriended my soul, wrapped a
blanket around my shoulders, set
me down and whispered, Shhhh.
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