Roses glisten against the early morning.
The sunlight hasn’t reached them yet—
still star-breathed, moon-kissed.

They are the stillness I need right now,
fragrant with romantic heart
and earthy thorn.

Leaves, paper-thin, asking for words
to spill across them.

My feet press into compacted soil,
dust and gravel grit between my toes—
soft-padded grounding.

My head drifts in the cosmos,
dancing lights, endless openness.
My arms gather the air to me,
all I need to create.

The dark lingers back there, in that forest.
It used to be home.
But I found my way out.

Hopes, dreams, love, and wishes
now rest in wisdom.
Those heavy branches
are no longer mine to carry.

Wands fall to the ground with a clatter.
I won’t steal a rose to take with me.
The swords are gone,
left buried in the forest floor.

The road stretches forward beneath moonlight—
and I follow Her
to a soul I’ve always known.

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