steampunk heart

Category: Songs and Spells

a song is the soul in sound

flying free we sing ourselves into being

stones sing

clouds sing

the whole world sings

how magic is it

that every song is a spell

prelude : winter solstice

solstice prelude you said

of the last dark days

 

a song I thought

 

but I can’t read the music written

on these cold bones of winter

 

char grey stump once tree

dank mud birdfoot glyph

windstripped ash