#azure-oblivion

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Listen

Listen to the darkness.

Listen to how it whispers

the fluttering beat of your heart.

Like wings of gossamer,

a flickering drumbeat

against the cage of your chest.

Listen to the darkness.

Listen to the secrets

it breathes from the hidden

depths of your soul.

Like the instincts

you carry with you

from past lives

and buried bones.

Listen to the darkness.

Listen to your name called

by a midnight breeze.

Like a howl to the moon

and a half forgotten self.

Listen to the darkness.

Listen to the songs

your ancestors sing.

Like a reminder

of where you came from

and a map with old paths

to follow.

Listen to the darkness.

Listen to my silent voice.

I am the self you once knew.

The name you have forgotten.

The shadows that life told you

to bury deep.

Listen to me,

and set your clipped wings free.

— AzureOblivion

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I will not stand still.

I will pour through fingers

that grasp to hold me.

I will flow like a river of light.

I will bloom petals,

grow wings,

reach for the sun

and take flight.

— AzureOblivion

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I linger in the soft embrace

of November’s darkness,

lighting candles for past lives

and dreaming of you.

— AzureOblivion

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I want to drift through

your waking dreams.

Swim in the moonlit lake

of your imagination.

I want to cling to your body

like it's the only thing

keeping me afloat.

I want to spin

in the eye of a storm,

an endless waltz

until the end of time,

and dance through

the shadows of the dawn,

adorning my hair

with frozen stars.

I want you to drown me

in your pleasure

and devour

my lost selves.

I want to drink the saltwater

of your tears

and bury your darkest fears.

I want you to hold me

beneath the branches of the sky

and build a palace

fragile as smoke.

And when the sun's divine light

shreds through our intimate darkness

we will dissipate with the night.

— AzureOblivion

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My poems for you fall flat –

I cannot encapsulate

a feeling in verse,

nor capture a moment

with you in a painting,

nor write the song

our heartbeats hum

to one another

through our chests.

I cannot describe

the exact colours

in your eyes

gleaming with sunlight,

nor compose a melody

that evokes

the warmth of your skin

beneath my fingers.

The words I need

have not yet been invented,

but perhaps we can

paint our dreams

and learn our language

together.

— AzureOblivion

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May love weave flowers through your hair.

— AzureOblivion

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Meet me in the past. In the midst of this grand colourful tapestry of us. On this landscape woven of all that was good before the threads unravelled beneath us.

— AzureOblivion

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Offering

I offer this letter to the fire, like tossing a coin into a well. I listen for the drop at the bottom, watch for messages in the smoke, listen for a whisper through the apple trees in the grove. The bees hum your name, and I see the truth within reflected without.

I cannot tend the flame alone, despite how much I strive to hold up my world on my two shoulders. It’s alright the let my ancestors teach me, while I continue to learn with the young ones how to connect, how to get back up again, how to let go. I’ve learned to surrender to the cycles, embrace the moon phases, the seasons, the ebb and flow of life and tides. I’ve learned to listen to my body, and follow my heart when it sings louder than my mind, and I’ve learned there is strength in being soft, and in asking for help when I’m falling behind.

I offer you this letter, and ask for wisdom from every side: the past and the future, and the present in which I reside.

— AzureOblivion