And in my heart it feels like the end of the world. I want to and do not want to go to a different land. You know me? I was born old; wrinkled and mournful for lost time.
At night, when all is quiet, and your heart is still, you walk in a strange light. Like a dream of some form of life that I can't name. The birds stare at me even though not awake at this hour. The moon is clear and broken. And I danced in circles one day, all those years ago...
Walk close to the flowers in this dark hour. What distance the stars travel! Everything I have wears thin and it's a beautiful-sad feeling to think how short lived all we hold is against them. I know the sun is out there, so far and high- and yet its heat is here on my hand, now. It is moving closer, I can feel the black sun in my bones. No-one sees my face at this moment. Daylight will come and the shadows will fall on my raven heart. And then I will draw a line to your heartful mind.
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